I Can Die Anytime I Want. I

I Am The Assasin Of My Dreams.

You Can Say, "well, I Have A Question," And Someone Will Say, "oh, So You Hate America." And It Has Nothing To Do With The Discussion At All.

I Would Hate To Think That Some People Have Found Themselves In A Musical Cul-de-sac And Have Ceased To Explore New Music, Or At Least Music That Is New To Them, Because They Are So Glued To The Past.

A Man With An Excruciatingly Painful Condition Wrote Me And Told Me That His Doctor Said That The Only Cure For What He Has Is Death, And He Might Want To Consider Suicide. What Do You Say To Him? I Doubt The, "hey Let's Go Get Some Coffee And Talk" Thing Is Going To Be At All Helpful.

I Am An Employment Hyena. I Am Happy To Make A Meal Of What The Lions Leave Behind.