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The Radio Was On And That Was The First Time I Heard That Song, The One I Hate. Whenever I Hear It All I Can Think Of Is That Very Day Riding In The Front Seat With Lucy Leaning Against Me And The Smell Of Juicy Fruit Making Me Want To Throw Up. How Can A Song Do That? Be Like A Net That Catches A Whole Entire Day, Even A Day Whose Guts You Hate? You Hear It And All Of A Sudden Everything Comes Hanging Back In Front Of You, All Tangled Up In That Music.

The Only Reason We Find Structure In Stories Is Because It's There Naturally In Human Interaction, And In The Way That People Tell Stories.

I Look Crazy. I Know I Do. Been True Since I Was A Kid!

At The Center Of Everything We Call 'the Arts,' And Children Call 'play,' Is Something Which Seems Somehow Alive.

I Grew Up In A House That Had A Whole Lot Of Trouble. As Much Trouble As You Could Imagine.