Then As I Got Older, I Always

If You Love God, Burn A Church.

When My Sixth Grade Teacher Opened The Class With Subtle Praise For The Guardsmen Shooting Four People To Death At Kent State, I'd Given Up Arguing With Her By That Point. But I Was Very Riled Up Inside And Vowed That I Would Never Forget That.

What I'm Getting At Is, You Know, If We Really Want To Get Serious About Helping All The People Living In The Street And Getting People Jobs, We Could Just Hire Half The People In The Country To Spy On The Other Half.

I Was The Kid In The Class Who Was Looking For The Angles To Question Things Or Make Wise-ass Remarks, Not Knowing Enough To Be Afraid Of Being Myself Or Showing Intelligence. But I Wasn't The Only Kid Like That In My Classes Because Of Where I Grew Up. I'm Really Thankful I Grew Up In A Town Where There Were A Lot Of Other Mutant Kids. I'm From Boulder, Colorado, Which Went Through A Lot Of Dramatic Changes When I Was Growing Up.

I'm Tired Of Being Ruled By The Skull And Bones. The Only Place They Belong Are On Punk-rock Albums!