Technology. Cars. Food. Sex. With myself.
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People from all walks of life. As much as I dislike people, they fascinate me all the same.
In a time where hair length was everything, leather was as common as cotton, and the "axe" was the weapon of choice, that's where my love of music lies. Men wearing makeup, women grinding chords, and kids cutting holes in newly-purchased acid-washed jeans. It's the 80's metal scene I'm describing and the 70's rock gods prior to the second coming of Jimi Paige. Hendrix was a voodoo childe, Clapton was still the Cream of his crop, and Mason Williams had some serious accoustic gas. You get my drift? If you shred the 6-string sword like Vai or surf the cosmic chords with Satriani, then you know the uninhibited genius of these musical demi-gods. Nobody rocked out with their cocks out harder than them. Except for the Chili Peppers. They always socked the cock rock.
Ugh, tough choice. I'll pretty much go see anything once. Except for chick flicks.
Television; the only medium where YOU pay money to have sponsers spoon feed their products to you 20 minutes out of every hour. Reality shows aren't real people, they have STORY WRITERS. FOR REALITY. Only thing I find worth watching is that "Smarter than a 5th grader" show. It's awsome seeing stupid people lose, and even more awsome when you realise you were as wrong as they were.
Anything Sci-fi/Fantasy/Fiction that allows a brief reprieve from reality. I find Oprah's book club to be an excellent source for reading material.
My grandfather. A man I endeavour to emulate.
Peter Griffin.