The Scars Will Take Me Far, They

Sleep Is For Squares.

Whenever I Write Lyrics, In The Back Of My Mind I Always See A Guy Driving To Work, Driving To A Really Bad Job, One Of Those Horrible Institutions, Or One Of Those Low Squat Buildings In Los Angeles. I Write With That Person In My Mind.

For Many Years, I Tried To Make New Year's Resolutions. I Made Lists And Shot For Great Heights: I Would Show Altruism And Exert Moral Strength, Patience And All Those Other Great Attributes.

So I'm More At Home With My Backpack, Sleeping In A Hotel Room Or On A Bus Or On An Airplane, Than I Am Necessarily On A Bed. It's Weird Being Here. It Feels Like I'm Standing Next To My Real Life.

I Lack The Skill To Hold A Story Line For The Length Required For A Novel Or Even A Short Story. I Have Never Had An Idea That Could Withstand A Hundred Thousand Words, Or Even Ten Thousand Words Of Rubber Meeting The Road.