Writing, people....oh, and guitar. Lots of it.
I want to meet loads of people. I don't care if they have worse attitudes than I do. That probably makes them funny. I'm actually in the search for my double, because we all know that God loses a bit of originality after awhile, but there are no complaints on my side. So, um, that's about it.
Ballsy stuff, and not that kind of music where you have these weenies trying to act tough just because they can conjure up spirits of the dead and zombie lesbians. Kidding. I'll listen to a little Marvin Gaye to lighten the mood, then a bit of Danzig once it comes time to sacrifice kittens. After that, a smidgen of The Clash, then some Joy Division, or New Order if I feel like listening to bad singing and dancing. A sprinkle of The Gits(R.I.P. Ms. Zapata), then some of the sultry sounds of FUGAZI, and after that a dab or two of Wintergreen, with a splash of Killing Joke(R.I.P. Raven) for emphasis. The list goes on...but, no matter what...and I don't care if the devil is about to take my soul...I gotta have my Morrissey. And no, contrary to popular belief, I am not gay.
Too many to name, but anything with zombies(except for the Resident Evil movies, which sucked more ass than any crap coming out of some arty-ass film school) is fine by me.
Anything that has to do with smiles.
Living Up the Street by Gary Soto.
Geordie Walker.