I Felt Alienated By The Experience And

I Have A Kind Of Old-fashioned, Artisan Approach.

I Was In The Machine. My Whole Life. Then The Machine Coughed And Spat Me Out. So I Thought, Ok, If I'm Out, I'm Out. All The Way Out. I Was A Little Angry And It Was Probably An Immature Reaction. But I Got Used To It.

I'm Not A Vagrant... I'm A Hobo. Big Difference.

The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life.

I Think My Books Come Out Very Visual, Which Is An Obvious Consequence.