I wanted to understand things and then be free of them. I needed to learn how to telescope things, ideas. Things were too big to see all at once, like all the books in the library-everything laying around on all the tables. You might be able to put it all into one paragraph or into one verse of a song if you could get it right.

The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.

People call you this or that. But I can't respond because then it seems like I'm defensive, you know, what does it matter, really?

Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

The picture you have in your mind of what you're about will come true.

We all like motorcycles to some degree.