The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.

Everything I do, writing, touring, travelling, it all comes from the punk and hardcore attitude, from that expression - from being open to try things but relying on yourself, taking what you have into the battle and making of it what you will, hoping you can figure it out as you go. Make some sense of it.

I like the idea of someone else’s love safely sealed in a song or a book.

The easy solution isn't the solution, it's the problem.

Ramones music has a Pavlovian effect on me - the song starts, and the world blurs around the sound.

Too sick and freaked out not to want a bullet for every passer by, too sick and freaked out to breathe, too sick and freaked out to care, too sick and freaked out to think of anything but the annihilation of my mind and denial of my life. So sick and freaked out that I think everyone is my friend.

I will do my best to dodge tonight's depression Hide in sleep Damage myself in dreams Wake up older, slightly more used.