I don’t care about countries or cities – there are too many people, and too much fighting.
I just like things that are beautiful. I’m pretty sure all I care about is love, but I’ve never been in it and I’m getting old.
I’m not sure if I’m a Comedian, a Poet, a Novelist, or a Failure. Odds are it’s a blur of all.
I put spasms of emotion here, I put my work here, I put my hope here. I write about music for magazines and I like crying because I’m a real man. I’ll learn how to build and fire a rifle soon to prove that.