Still growing up, Still fucking up, Still lost and desperate for answers.
"We're the one percenters, man-the one percent that don't fit and don't care. So don't talk to me about your doctors bills and your traffic warrants-I mean you get your woman and your bike and your banjo and I mean you're on your way. We've punched our way out of a hundred rumbles, stayed alive with our boots and our fists. We're royalty among outlaws, baby."
I live in New York City. There are too many stairs here.
I've got nothing to prove, and don't care who you know.
Hopeless. godless. Humanless.
If I ever meet David Lynch I am going to punch him in the face for ever dreaming up 'Eraserhead.' What an asshole.
Earth sucks.
I am a creature of habit, that is subject to change.
Apparently I have a bad attitude, and I'm always angry. I'm sick and tired of it.
Pick My Brain.
Last Updated : 6/18/08
