Sometimes I Think, 'to Hell With Acting'

I Might Go To Some Tiny Little Town In Idaho With, Like, Three People Living There.

I Prefer To Be Someone Who Has To Confront His Many Fears Instead Of Someone Who Has The Illusion He Doesn't Fear Anything

I'd Like To Be Called Ransom Spunk Or Spunk Ransom.

I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me, My Brain Doesn't Work Anymore. I Haven't Any Memory. I Can't Write. All I Can Do Is Sign My Name. I Tried To Write The Other Day-it Looked Like I Was Writing In Braille.

I Remember When I Was A Teenager Thinking My Girlfriend Was Cheating On Me, And Going Around Riling Myself Up. Pretending To Cry. It Was Totally Illegitimate-i Actually Didn't Feel Anything. I Went To Some Pub And Then Went Crying All The Way Home. And I Got Into My Dog's Bed. I Was Crying And Holding On To The Dog. I Woke Up In The Morning, And The Dog Was Looking At Me Like, 'you're A Fake.'