You Know The Rules. No Jazz Before

All My Life I Wanted Somebody Who Knew More Than I Did To Tell Me The Truth.

...but I've Never Regretted It. You Can't Regret Experience.

California Is Like A Beautiful Wild Kid On Heroin, High As A Kite And Thinking She's On Top Of The World, Not Knowing She's Dying, Not Believing It Even If You Show Her The Marks.

You Take Up For Your Buddies, No Matter What They Do. When You're A Gang, You Stick Up For The Members. If You Don't Stick Up For Them, Stick Together, Make Like Brothers, It Isn't A Gang Anymore. It's A Pack. A Snarling, Distrustful, Bickering Park Like The Socs In Their Social Clubs Or The Street Gangs In New York Or The Wolves In The Timber.

Anything You Read Can Influence Your Work, So I Try To Read Good Stuff.