London is always fun, obviously, but something about Glasgow really speaks to me. Usually what it says, though, is "Let's get wasted."

I often yearn to regress into a state that's slightly more atavistic than my decades of conditioning generally allow, but it's difficult to let go of those reigns.

Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereals.

My hair is my everything: my best friend, my mentor, my moral compass.

I enjoy watching children interact with the world, the way they engage their environment without any filters, learned models, or cynicism.

London is always fun, obviously, but something about Glasgow really speaks to me. Usually what it says, though, is "Let's get wasted."

Eat you inside out like stress...You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name / I take it out your ass and charge it to the game