Things that I like and that like me: photography, music, shiney things, my grey pants, Mr. Jingles, Pearl and Lone Star, smokin' cigarettes, black velvet and shasta, roller derby, jar of hearts, the Cluckers and rockabilly boys with greasy hair and tattoos.
I don't like anyone right now. So, that probably means if I meet new people, I won't like them either. But if I had to meet someone, they better be funny and smoke cigarettes. Otherwise, I will hate them too.
Elvis is my hunny bunny. Then comes the rest of the essentials: Johnny Cash, Steve Earle, The Rolling Stones, Social D, The Cramps, The Kinks, the Living End, Waylon Jennings, US Bombs, the Hangdogs, the V-Roys, Kim Lenz, Rancid, the Pogues, BR 549, Buddy Holly, The Rev. Horton Heat, Ronnie Dawson, Descendents, the Supersuckers, Rumbleseat, the Drive by Truckers, Crystal Gayle, Ted Hawkings, Flametrick Subs, John Prine, Wanda Jackson, Did I mention Elvis?, Son Volt, Slick 57, Wayne "the Train" Hancock, The Ramones, Hi- Fi and the Roadburners, Southern Culture on the Skids, and, just ask, there are more.
Clay Piegons, Cool Hand Luke, Drop Dead Fred, Reservoir Dogs, Royal Tenenbaums, May
whatever is on Tivo at Beebs'
Tess of the D'Urbervilles: A Pure Woman, Practical Demon Keeping, I Was a Teenage Dominatrix, Anne Sexton's Transformations, Sybil
Chief and Tate. Dad.