A Gun In Your Hand Makes A

All I Have Is Me. Over-worked, Under-appreciated, Middle-aged, And Shriveled Up.

Sometimes When You Meet A Musician You Are A Fan Of, And He Or She Isn't The Friendliest Person, You Walk Away From The Experience Wondering If You Will Ever Be Able To Listen To Their Music Again.

I Am Afforded A Bit Of Easy Wonderment In Relative Comfort As To How Humans Have Lasted So Long. Climate- And Geography-wise, The Planet Seems To Have Little Use For Us.

I'm Not Interested In Censorship. I Like The First Amendment Very Much.

I Used To Sit On The Roof Of The Apartment Where Jim Morrison Used To Write His Early Lyrics