In A World Where Billions Believe Their

Our Generation Has Had No Great Depression, No Great War. Our War Is Spiritual. Our Depression Is Our Lives.

To Some Of Us, The Nights Are Too Long. To Some, The Days.

Fathers. Mothers. With All Their Caring And Attention. They Will Fuck You Up, Every Time.

It's Only After We've Lost Everything That We're Free To Do Anything.

Everything Is A Self-portrait. A Diary. Your Whole Drug History’s In A Strand Of Your Hair. Your Fingernails. The Forensic Details. The Lining Of Your Stomach Is A Document. The Calluses On Your Hand Tell All Your Secrets. Your Teeth Give You Away. Your Accent. The Wrinkles Around Your Mouth And Eyes. Everything You Do Shows Your Hand.