I believe in coyotes, and time as an abstract…
I believe in asking a woman if you can kiss her before you do so, then kissing her slowly, softly, confidently, and with intent.
I believe in making slow, sweaty love in bed, on the couch, the floor, in public rest rooms, national parks, on beaches, and mountain tops.
I believe the two-party system is outdated.
I believe in angels, extra-terrestrials, monsters under the bed, and things that go bump in the night.
I believe that Lee Harvey Oswald was framed.
I believe in the power of dreams, the value of psycho therapy, and the mandate to practice what you preach.
I believe in short, simple sentences.
I believe in three square meals, coffee, multivitamins, aspirin, beer, fruit, vegetables, fiber, running in the morning, working in the day, and sleeping at night.
I believe in 4/4 time, cowboy chords, harmonies, and simple but elegant guitar solos.
I believe in digital correspondence, emoticons, and blogging.
I believe in turkey for Thanksgiving, presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and visits from the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy.
I believe in the traditional narrative arc, the Hollywood ending, the minor fall, the major lift, and sitting all the way through credits.
I believe that music can save your life.
I believe in the monologue, dialog, soliloquy, and aria.
I believe in fate, destiny, serendipity, happenstance, and dumb luck.
I believe in love: hopeless, hopeful, romantic, can’t-live-without-you love.
And I believe in you.