getting dressed while listening to David Bowie, dancing around in my room in my underwear while no one is watching, standing at the very front of the stage for every concert, enjoying Russ Meyer films (Faster Pussycat Kill Kill!!), Robbie Fulks music while being seduced, being in love, my guitar, dressing up as my alter-ego, being tied to railroad tracks, always wearing sexy shoes, rockabilly girls with tattoos, amusing stories about canned corn, Ralph Wiggum, artichokes, anything Italian, my friends, hot breath on my neck, linguini, the open road, and not attaching labels to myself.
I only dislike a few:
labels, overly ripe bananas, bitchy salespeople, restaurants that don't give you dark rum for a rum&coke, angry sheep, nuclear weapons, the current state of affairs, pens that never write, the airport, tourists, being put on hold, guys who don't get it, and Canadian geese.
"I'm free to a fault. Playing guitar. Living my life. I fly down the highway sun on my face I belong to nobody. I belong to no place. I cry over poetry. & I laugh at myself. still, I'd rather be me. than anyone else." -CB