I was actually disappointed because I thought the mistakes I made is that people misinterpret my passion for anger.
I'm tired of ignoring that I march to a different beat.
I’m not 'aw shucks'. Because I'm gnarly.
Im a peaceful man with bad intentions.
I'm tired of pretending I'm not special.
You have this great big fantasy life, and it looks like a non-stop 24/7 party. But what do you do when you get to the end of the Internet and there's nothing left to buy? There's just a picture of Wayne Newton flipping you off.