The Truth Is, I Hadn't Grown Up

Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All Day, All Night, Me Love You Long Time. (...) Dropping Acid On The Mekong Delta, Smoking Grass Through A Rifle Barrel, Flying On A Helicopter With Opera Blasting Out Of Loudspeakers, Tracer-fire And Paddy-field Scenery, The Smell Of Napalm In The Morning. Long Time.

I Knew My Affection For The Philippines Was Equally As Telling: A Democracy On Paper, Apparently Well Ordered, Regularly Subverted By Irrational Chaos. A Place Where I'd Felt Instantly At Home.

As For Me... I'm Fine. I Have Bad Dreams, But I Never Saw Mister Duck Again. I Play Video Games. I Smoke A Little Dope. I Got My Thousand-yard Stare. I Carry A Lot Of Scares. I Like The Way That Sounds. I Carry A Lot Of Scares.

I Do All This Alone, Everything I Achieve, I Achieve Alone, Because It's My Head I'm Locked Into, And I Share This Space With Nobody But Myself.

I've Written Original Material Before, Where I've Come Up With The Idea And The Characters Myself, And That's Definitely Very Different To Working With Someone Else's Characters And Stories.