Once you fall in love... It's different.

There is plenty of Hühnerfleisch in the Kühlschrank. (There is plenty of chicken in the fridge).

I'm going to be a superstar musician, kill myself, and go out in a flame of glory.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

I'm not well-read, but when I read, I read well.

I've never considered musical equipment very sacred.

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