Music and a multitude of other influences. Sports scores and betting lines. The pharmaceutical labs that keep me in stitches.
I've met anyone I've ever wanted to meet. Johnny Cash, Mike Ness, Jim Heath, Wayne Hancock, Eddie Spaghetti, Glenn Danzig, Jerry Only, Monkey (Adicts), John Doe, Hank III, and Ted Williams. But,I was told to not drop names. By someone famous. If you are into any, or all, of the above mentioned artists and/or baseball players - get in touch. 
 

Punk, death, folk, country heroes (no one except Hank III after about 1975), and anguish.
"River's Edge," "Dog Day Afternoon," "Wizard of Oz," and other films that you've never heard of. As far as contemporary movies go, nothing.
Happy Days (pre-Mork), Andy Griffith Show (black and white episodes only), CNN (for Maria Bartiromo masturbatory purposes), The Brady Bunch, The Bugaloos, Sigmund the Sea Monster, Land of the Lost - anything Sid and Marty ever cooked up in the LSD lab.
Anything by Bukowski, Salinger, Aleister Crowley, Flannery O'Conner, and (fill in cool and/or hip author that spoke to the generations). Also, "Devil's Knot" should be required reading for any kid who may think of, gasp, rebelling. "Art That Kills." Anything by Jim Goad, preferably "The Redneck Manifesto."
My dad (RIP), Johnny Thunders, Marlon Brando (Wild One-era), Sheltonian, Heathu, Wraytan, the Lavey family, and someone who stole my coke - you are a dickhead, but heroically. Strong women with stronger minds and guys who know when to leave them alone.