In heaven: Dimebag, Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughn and Janis Joplin, and all of the greats, from blues and rock to jazz and metal.
On earth: Maybe you, if you're not a fuckin' ass clown who hijacks people's myspace sites to occupy yourself, since you haven't got a life or a friend worth a shit to speak of.
Any Dweller of the Black Label Society...Horns High!
SDMF, MOTHER FUCKERS!
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
- Jack Kerouac
"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes - the ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About th...e only thing that you can't do is ignore them. - Because they change things".
- Jack Kerouac