I'm swell.
Poker. Bourbon. Blowing money faster than I can earn it. Watching enough forensic programming to pull off the perfect murder. Laying on the couch with Walton. Writing the not-so-great American novel - again.
No one. My dance card is already full. In fact, I'd like to un-meet some people.
Music that doesn't remind me that there are too many whiney bitches out there that were given record deals. The Monkees. Bad Religion. Pre-Ill Communication Beastie Boys. Dead Kennedys. God this could go on forever.
Boondock Saints. Sin City. Slapshot. Tombstone. The Rock. God this could go on forever.
Forensic Files. American Justice. City Confidential. Cold Case Files. Match Game. Press Your Luck. Whose Line is it Anyway (original British version).
All of them. Even the bad ones make you think.
Heroes are for children and sissies. Be your own. If you can't look up to yourself, change.