A rebel without a clue.

I'm so tired of being tired. Sure as night will follow day most things I worry about will never happen anyway.

I love history, doesn't matter what era, I'm fascinated.

My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, and took him for all he was worth. Now she's a swinger dating a singer, I can't decide which is worse.

When I decided to be a musician I reckoned that that was going to be the way of less profit, less money. I was sort of giving up the idea of making a lot of money. It was what I loved to do. I would have done it anyway. If I'd had to work at Taco Bell I'd have still been out at night trying to play music.

I remember things being more clearer, at one time things were more real.

You believe what you want to believe. You see, you don't have to live like a refugee.