Going fast. Music, well no that's more like a sickness that's set on ruining my life than it's an interest.
One of those strings, you know the ones that make up the universe, I'm betting it would have some good stories to tell.
Out of retirement to rock your faces off!!!
Cool Hand Luke, Death Race 2000, (the orginal) gone in 60 seconds, Faster, Vanishing Point, Two Lane Black Top, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead, Meeting people is easy, and Cannon Ball Run.
It's my best friend, I hate that damn device. Glowing warm with bright images mocking me. It waste me. But I get my revenge. It recives a regular swift blow to its smug glass face from what ever alcohol container I can reach. Then I pannic, run toward my beloved friend, and inspect it for injories. Only to be relived that the wine or beer bottle glass didn't have enough mass to hurt my poor companion's abillity to lull me into numbness. And thats all I have to say about television.
The Fear and Loathings, Junkie, The Good Shephard (the book about the destroyer escorts of WW2 not the cia movie), Hell's Angels, Chickenhawk, Snap-on tool catalog "Quality Tools and Service Equipment", Johnny Got His Gun, A History of Warefare, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook, How to Rule the World "a Handbook for the Aspiring Dictator", Aviator's Recognition Manual "July 1980 corrected copy",
Those spider crickets, you know the ones that look like a field cricket got to close to a nucular reactor and went on a fucking spree, because they're invading my house very succesfuly. They die so easly, but when one falls four more replace it.