Now And Then, Someone Is

I Was At The First Minor Threat Show, And You Could Tell, 'this Band Is Going To Be The King Of The Town.' It Was Obvious. They Were So Good.

I Am Neither Pro- Nor Anti-gun. I Am Gun-conscious.

Now, If Someone Wants To Spit On Me, I Just Roll Up The Window Of My Bmw 540i.

So I'm More At Home With My Backpack, Sleeping In A Hotel Room Or On A Bus Or On An Airplane, Than I Am Necessarily On A Bed. It's Weird Being Here. It Feels Like I'm Standing Next To My Real Life.

My Main Goal Is To Stay Alive. To Keep Fooling Myself Into Hanging Around. To Keep Getting Up Every Day. Right Now I Live Without Inspiration. I Go Day To Day And Do The Work Because It's All I Know. I Know That If I Keep Moving I Stand A Chance. I Must Keep Myself Going Until I Find A Reason To Live. I Need One So Bad. On The Other Hand Maybe I Don't. Maybe It's All Bullshit. Nothing I Knew From My Old Life Can Help Me Here. Most Of The Things That I Believed Turned Out To Be Useless. Appendages From Someone Else's Life.