Those Who Seek To Profit By Division

For Me, Music Was An Age/time/place Thing. One Day I Woke Up And Realized I Was Done. That Was Many Years Ago.

I'd Like To Rid Myself Of Writing, To Surrender, To Release The Venom. And Hopefully At Some Point, I'll Be A Happy, Well-adjusted Guy And I'll Have No Need For All That 'art.'

Seasonal Change In Los Angeles Is Often A Very Subtle Thing. It's Not As If We Finally Stop Having To Shovel The Snow Out Of Our Driveways And Can Put Our Parkas Back In The Closet.

I Lay Off A Lot Modern Fiction And Only Rely On Living Writers For Non-fiction Work.

I Feel Like A Visitor That Got Left Behind By His Ride.