I'm Not Gay, And I'm Not A

People Care Enough To Write Blogs And Reviews And Things, Which Is Nice.

I Remember Opening My Dad's Closet And There Were, Like, 40 Suits, Every Color Of The Rainbow, Plaid And Winter And Summer. He Had Two Jewelry Boxes Full Of Watches And Lighters And Cuff Links. And Just... He Was That Guy. He Was Probably Unfulfilled In His Life In Many Ways.

I'm Not A Cheater. I've Never Cheated In My Life.

I've Always Been A Fan Of Advertising, I've Always Been A Fan Of Television, I've Loved Commercials, I've Loved All The Jingles, I Loved All The Stuff

It's Such A Capricious, Strange Existence, Basing Your Life On The Whims Of Others, And Basing Your Ebbs And Flows Of Confidence And Lack Of Confidence On The Fact That People Either Choose You Or Don't.