Craig Johnson
Craig Johnson
Craig Johnsonis a Canadian former professional ice hockey player. Johnson played offense during all his minor hockey and became a feared defence for the rest of his professional career between 1991 and 2003...
ProfessionHockey Player
Date of Birth16 November 1971
both ken knew works
We both knew Ken because he works on guitars.
temptation doe
Temptation out of reach does you no good.
jobs coffee ems
He mulled that over. "Sheriff Connally woulda let us shoot 'em." I reached over and took his coffee away from him. "Yep. Lucian probably would have done the job himself, but we're living in more enlightened times." I drained his cup and handed it back with a smile. "Ain't it grand?
space supposed-to-be large-things
It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.
sight two construction-workers
The place was packed as we flooded in, all the patrons freezing at the sight of an armed sheriff, two deputies, an Indian, and a construction worker; we probably looked like the Village People.
mortality
Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.
light truck pickups
I looked over at her; if women knew how good they looked in the dash light of oversized pickup trucks, they'd never get out of them.
art long want
Artists are always good for conversation, so long as you want to talk about their art.
halloween holiday effort
We've never done a coordinated music effort. Everything else we've done has been around a holiday - Halloween, Mardi Gras, half way to Mardi Gras, St. Patrick's Day.
exercise risk illness
If someone is starving, excessively exercising or using purging behaviors, then we know they are in a high-risk place for turning on the psychiatric illnesses,
poetry littles spirituality
I approach poetry and spirituality like literary nitroglycerin -- a little can do a lot and you better damn well be careful with it.
running moving school
If there's a character type I despise, it's the all-capable, all-knowing, physically perfect protagonist. My idea of hell would be to be trapped in a four-hundred page, first-person, first-tense, running monologue with a character like that. I think writers who produce characters along those lines should graduate from high school and move on.
reading writing thinking
Writing is a solitary pursuit and I think you have to be partially at peace with yourself, but it's the other part that's usually producing the stuff worth reading.