You create attention to attract attention.
I'm going to be a superstar musician, kill myself, and go out in a flame of glory.
I will get stoned and worship Satan.
I sing and play the guitar, and I'm a walking, talking bacterial infection.
Please read my diary, look through my things and figure me out.
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.