I Hate The Word 'hippy'. I Hate

I'm In Road-coma At The Moment. But It's Ok. I Think You Subliminally Become A Junkie Of Being On The Road. As Much As You Think You're Burnt Out, The Minute You Get Off You Go Stir Crazy And You Just Wanna Go Right Back.

I'll Close My Eyes Really, Really Tight And Make You All Go Away.

I Know That Sounds Selfish, But You Have To Look At What It's Doing To You Personally - Are You Frustrated Because Of The Way People Perceive You, Or Are You Happy Enough About The Things You've Realized About Yourself That You Can Tolerate The Way People Perceive You?

I Need To Start Caring About Myself If I'm Going To Be A Proper Father.

I Made A Living Out Of Being A Class Clown