My amazingly awesome girlfriend, Rolling on the fresh, black asphault of Morrison Avenue on my Sector 9, watching the ink from a marker bleed into the cracks of my skin when I write on it, that gurgling poof sound that an almost empty Elmer's glue bottle makes, putting on brand new socks, an open E chord on my spanish classical guitar, the random creation feature of Soul Calibur III for the PS2, Airports, and blueberries from the freezer.
Myself, in a dark alley. I'd kick my ass. Big time.
Mellowdrone, Sigur Ros, Blur, Bloc Party, NIN, Led Zeppelin, Metric, Stars, The Arcade Fire, Aqueduct, Of Montreal, Robbers on High Street, Styrofoam, Local H, MC Chris, Gorillaz, Weezer (pre-green album), Snow Patrol, The Killers, Travis, Athlete, Remy Zero, Doves, The Postal Service, the Mars Volta, Deftones. . . And I can be heard in my most intimate moments admitting that I listen to Enrique Iglesias.
Requiem for a Dream, A Scanner Darkly, Run Ronnie Run, About a Boy, Fight Club, Snatch, Grandma's Boy, Bottle Rocket, Man on Fire, Transformers, Once Upon a Time in Mexico, Office Space, Pi, Primer, The Island, Lost in Translation, The Big Lebowski, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Lucky Number Slevin, and of course. . . Tango and Cash.
I ate my t.v.
Although I write fiction, I read non-fiction almost exclusively. Some of my favorites are: A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn, Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond, Being and Nothingness by Jean Paul Sartre, If I Die in a Combat Zone. . . Box Me up and Ship Me Home by Tim O'Brien, Phaedo by Plato. I guess I have to put The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand in here too.
My Dad, My history professor David Smith, Frank Lloyd Wright, Angus (don't call him by his first name) Macguyver, Jonathan Bates of Mellowdrone, Howard Zinn, people who know that Shakespeare is bullshit, my sister the Little Mama, Jimmy Page, Kurt Vonnegut, Jason Varitek, Noam Chomsky, Aldous Huxley, Scott Lucas (of Local H)and Vincent Van Gogh.