I'm Not For Everyone. I'm Barely For

I’m Glad To Be Part Of The War On Sadness. I’m A Part Time Employee Of The Illusion That Keeps People Stupid.

It Seems People Are More Willing To Let Other People Control Their Minds Now And Recreational Drug Use Doesn't Seem To Have That Same Renegade Sense Of Adventure That It Once Did.

My Monologues Aren't Always Funny. They're Generally Thoughtful. Sometimes At Different Levels Of Aggravation. And Sometimes No Aggravation. But The Pressure On Me Is Not To Be Joke-efficient When I'm Talking On This Mic. And That Sets The Tone.

I'm Just Very Sort Of Compulsive And Lack The Ability To Keep Things In Perspective. If I'm Not Writing Or Playing Guitar Or On The Microphone Or Out On The Road, I'm Cleaning Pots And Pans Or Freaking Out About Some Plumbing Issue Or Tweeting.

I Live In Los Angeles, I Know It Exists. I Know You're Not Supposed To Taste Air.