The Rich Son Waits For His Father

Research, Research, Research. It Means Everything.

I Shot A Vein In My Neck And Coughed Up A Quaalude.

Between Thought And Expression Lies A Lifetime.

Jealousy Endlessly Eats Through My Mind, And Jealously Endlessly Makes Me Be Unkind.

People Didn't Know Certain Things About Me, Which... I Was Out Of Creative Writing Class In School, Syracuse University; Had A B.a. In English And Wanted To Write The Great American Novel But I Also Loved Rock And Roll. I Was In Bar Bands All Through College, Playing Fraternities And Have To Know All The Songs In The Top 10. That Kind Of Thing.