Well, I Get Excited About Music.

In The Middle Of The Last Century There Was A Reason To Go To War. This Time Around The War Was A Really Bad Idea And I Think The Only People That Benefited From It Were Halliburton And People That Made Money From It, But That's Not An Excuse To Have A War. Killing American Kids So Halliburton Can Make Money Is Not A Righteous Reason To Go To War.

I Had To Sit With My Senses. This Clear, Beautiful Intuition Took Over. I Knew Exactly How I Felt, And I Wasn't Confused Or Clouded Or Compromised. I Realized That None Of My Feelings Had Diminished, But I Might Have To Lose Someone I Truly Loved. I Didn't Want To Run Away From Claire, But I Knew Drug Addiction Was Strong Enough That I Had To Be Willing, If Need Be, To Let Go Of The Person I'd Just Fallen In Love With.

I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Considered, I Can't Complain.

I Think Art Is Inherently Nonviolent And It Actually Occupies Your Mind With Creation Rather Than Destruction.

I Think I'm Still Figuring Out How To Be A Little Less Selfish.