I’m a legend in my own mind.
I can’t help that I’m so good-looking. It’s genetic.
When I was little there was so much to smile about.
It’s nice to know that my Doodlegänger is looking after me.
I was little then. My political views weren’t yet formed.
I think he looks like a dog. Do you? What do you think?
Here I am, taking my dad for a walk. If I don’t put him on a leash, he could run away.