Here We Are On The Road. We

The Kind Of Stuff I Usually Read Is A Bit More On The Literary Side, Like Books That I Think Are Influential In The Sense That They're Doing Pulpy Subject Matter In A Refined Way. Like 'the Road' By Cormac Mccarthy, I Loved That Book.

Every Experience, Good Or Bad, Is A Priceless Collector's Item.

It Was Fun, But It's Over Now. This Is How Things Go.

Nothing Is Permanent. Not Even The End Of The World.

But I'm Not Afraid Of The Skeletons In Julie's Closet. I Look Forward To Meeting The Rest Of Them, Looking Them Hard In The Eye, Giving Them Firm, Bone-crunching Handshakes.