My First Guitar Was A Gibson Challenger.

I See A Long Lost Home In His Eyes. He Sees A Nice Hotel In Mine.

I Like Visiting La, But I Wouldn't Want To Live There.

I'm Just Trying To Get Rid Of All The Mystery Surrounding Me And Let People See What I'm Thinking. So They Can Understand Me And Stop Assuming Things About Me.

People In L.a. Don't Have To Brace Themselves Against The Cold; They Slack Off Permanently, And Their Brains Turn To Mush.

I Am Not Dead Inside. I Still Care About Right And Wrong.