I don't hate people - not remotely other than they make you crazy in traffic, but as I get older I kind of see more and more why people do what they do.
I'm not artistic nor am I all that creative.
This is my own little rock theory: In my mind, Nirvana slayed the hair bands. They shot the top off the poodles.
Hating someone is giving them too much, just leave them alone.
I don't cuss in songs. It's too easy.
So I'm more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. It's weird being here. It feels like I'm standing next to my real life.