records. popped collars. tattoos. gold leafing EVERYTHING. making shit. gluing shit. pencils and paintbrushes. playing my harmonica. saying YEAH!!! five thousand times a day. going out to breakfast. scary movies. drunk bike rides. cold beer. hot coffee. holding hands. fake blood. adding 'maphone' to the end of words. dancing in the hallway of my apt with my roommate like we're on angel dust (see below). jet screamer (as a concept more than say, a fragrance...). loud music. dark rooms. bright skylines. breaking stuff. making a ruckus.
David Bowie. Cool Ethan. the ghost of Russel Jones (Ason Unique, The Bebop Specialist, Big Baby Jesus, Sweet Baby Jesus, Dirt Dog, Osirius, The Man of All Rainbows, Prince Delight, The Professor, Rain Man, Super Bastard, Peanut the Kidnapper, RJ Tha Mad Specialist, Dirt McGirt, Freeloading Rusty, Joe Bananas)
evil dead 2. slackers. bio-dome. empire records. the karate kid.
anything and everything written by kurt vonneguet, but especially breakfast of champions, cats cradle and slaughterhouse five, chuck palahniuk's fight club, choke, lulliby, invisible monsters, bukowski's notes of a dirty old man, memoirs of a geisha by arthur golden, truman capote's in cold blood, john fowles' the collector. catch-22, house of leaves. atlas shrugged by ayn rand, high fidelitly, the catcher in the rye by j.d. salinger is one of the greatest books ive ever had the privilage to read, John Kennedy O'Toole's A Confederacy of Dunces, currently the satanic verses by salman rushdie, and the one tank girl told me was awesome and let me borrow, the woman in the wall by patrice kindl.