There will be a guy in a yellow poncho, his name is Hank, he will take you to the whopper lair.

I like to play guitar, jam out, play the blues, go watch movies. I love movies.

I saw a young boy eating an ice cream cone, ... I smashed it in his face. You know that kid is going to remember me when he's 50.

I've been ignoring my feelings lately. That works pretty well. Might also settle for less this week, just to try it out.

If you think your demeanor is mellow or not particularly charismatic, the material can life you higher. So write everyday, and get onstage or in a coffee shop where they are doing open mice, anywhere you can perform even if that means starting your own open mic night - and be your own self.

Here's how you know that you're really drunk: when you get into a taxi cab and you think the fare is the time.

I get so into the moment.