I Don't Even Know What Words To

The Good News Is That By The Second Year, Those Cravings Were About As Half As Frequent, And By The Third Year, Half As Much Again. I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Crooked, I Can't Complain. After All Those Years Of All Kinds Of Abuse And Crashing Into Trees At Eighty Miles An Hour And Jumping Off Buildings And Living Through Overdoses And Liver Disease, I Feel Better Now Than I Did Ten Years Ago. I Might Have Some Scar Tissue, But That's Alright, I'm Still Making Progress.

Give Her The Continent And She Wanted The Hemisphere.

It Didn't Matter If I Got Bitten By A Dog Or I Ripped My Pants On The Fence Post Or I Poked Myself In The Eye With A Tree Branch That I Was Crawling Over, It Was All About The Shortcut. My Whole Life I Took The Shortcut, And I Ended Up Lost.

I Wish There Were More Good New Bands That Would Light A Fire And Offer A Little Friendly Competition That Would Be Welcomed.

Writing Music Always Happened For Me In Periods When I Wasn't Under The Influence Of Mind-altering Substance.