For The First Seven Years Of My

My Mother Always Tried To Keep A Little Bit Of British Culture In Our Family. We'd Drink Tea All The Time!

And I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun.

I'm Thought Of As This Pissy, Complaining, Freaked-out Schizophrenic Who Wants To Kill Himself All The Time.

The Day Is Done. I'm Having Fun. I Think I'm Dumb. Or Maybe Just Happy.

A Miserable, Self-destructive, Death Rocker...better To Burn Out Than To Fade Away.