I'm addicted to information.
Anyone who can teach me how to roll the perfect cigarette, cure my hangovers, write a brilliant play or settle the immortal question- which is the best piece of music humanity has ever produced, Janie Jones by the Clash or the Requiem Mass in D Minor by Mozart.
Sadly, no such person exists.
Detroit, quit breaking my heart.
Fuck you and your haircut.
The Prestige is the best movie I've seen since Gerald Butler and Zack Snyder decided to continue the Connery tradition of any foreign accent sounding like Edinburgh.
Do you have any idea how much cable fucking costs? Mad Men wasn't that good.
The Lesser Greaters: The Hustler by Walter Trevis, Leaving Las Vegas by John O'Brien, These Demented Lands by Alan Warner, Home: Biography of a Place by Harry Crews, The Dirty Havana Trilogy by Pedro Juan, The Dogfighter by Marc Bojanowski, After the Quake by Murakami and Forced Entries by Jim Carroll.
All my heroes are fictional, just like everything else.