Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years.

I'd like to live off the band, but if not, I'll just retire to Mexico or Yugoslavia with a few hundred dollars, grow potatoes, and learn the history of rock through back issues of Creem magazine.

I'm too busy acting like I'm not Naive. I've seen it all, I was here first.

I like the comfort in knowing that women are the only future in rock and roll.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.

Out of all the guitars in the whole world, the Fender Mustang is my favorite. They're cheap and totally inefficient, and they sound like crap and are very small.