People Look To Me To See What

It's Odd But Even When I Was A Kid, I Would Write About 'old And Other Times' As Though I Had A Lot Of Years Behind Me. Now I Do, So There Is A Difference In The Weight Of Memory.

I Woke Up One Day And Realized I Was A Closet Hetero

He Took It All Too Far, But Boy Could He Play Guitar.

I Hate Albums That Are Really Happy. When I Am Really Happy, I Don't Like To Hear Happy Albums, And When I Am Really Sad I Don't Wanna Hear Happy Albums... And I Tend To Gravitate Towards The Lonely And Isolated Anyway When I Write.

[while] My Life Started Taking On All The Problems Of Addiction. So That Took Me Off Into An Area Where Relationships Were Absolutely Impossible To Handle On Any Real Level. . . . Even Communicating With Other People Was Impossible.