When the wind whistles through my beard. And fucking poetry.
Ya'll. Not your lame friends though. If you have those. Lame friends.
Folk music. Real folk music like N.W.A.
I like going to the movies, not going to see films. Like the whole process of going to a commercial theatre that charges a lot but not an unmanagable price. There's all these flashing colorful lights and happy people and the popcorn tastes that good cause you spent 7 dollars on it. And the seats are really comfy. There's carpet everywhere, even on the walls. You don't get all that at an independent movie house. Also, I was high the other night, and just the opening credits of Close Encounters Of The Third Kind, blew my mind. I shut the video off and went to bed.
Freaks and geeks. Thank god it only lasted 1 season.
E-books. Not really, never tried one, but it seems like a cold idea.
I had this fantasy recently that Ron Paul and his family had a metal band, maybe called "Iron Paul," and they melted faces, blowing roofs at arenas. He'd paint his finger nails black and throw the 2-handed penta-goat sign. Fuck! Yes.I think Tony Soprano is a bad-ass too. If I had to live like that, I'd aspire to be like him.