When you’re little and you don’t have much dough, you have to innovate. You have to be sharp.
I was never told to “Get up, get out there, get a job.” It was never a thing either parent ever said I had to do. It was what I wanted to do. I think I was very interested in being away from them as much as possible. Employment was great for that.
My acting range is incredibly limited and narrow, but I’m a good heavy. I’m a good authoritarian figure; I don’t know why. “Can you be a cop?” Sure. “Can you be a Marine?” Absolutely. Well, at least in a movie.
All I have is me. Over-worked, under-appreciated, middle-aged, and shriveled up.
I can say that American men and women in the Military are damn impressive.
To justify being listened to, I try to be as well informed as I can. Hence, the travel. Reading is good too. Reading gets you part way there, and I do read pretty voraciously for a guy who’s trying to write so much.
Bands have always written songs against what they see as wrong. Ronald Reagan really made for a lot of songs.
I will take the acting work when I can get it. I am not really an actor, that’s always apparent but it’s work and I’ll take it and am always glad for it.
I have no desire to write anything for screen. That’s a great talent.
You never have to listen to a famous person, it’s an elective.
I like the sound of my voice, doesn’t mean it’s any good but I like it. The joke is that “all good singers like the sound of their own voice” so we’ll go with that.
I think Americans really need to start thinking globally. As resources become more dear, we will be pulled closer to the rest of the world anyway.
I spend a lot of time alone so I get a lot done. I don’t do much else but work, check things out.
I think as resources become more dear, we really need to consider population.
I would never be innovative enough to “blaze my own trail,” I’m just trying to be interesting. So I don’t look to anyone else as far as inspiration.
I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.
Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.
What I felt for you was a combination of respect and affection. There was a closeness I felt through intimate interaction. The affection part is all over with. All that remains is the respect. If I put my arms around you and told you that I missed you, I would be lying. You’re alright with me and I wish you well. But you’re not me and that makes you one of them and you can only get so close.
I am talking about ultimate deceit. I am talking about unparalleled treachery. Bottomless lies. Depths that are seen that are previously unimaginable. Darkness and shattering despair that could break bones. Paranoia and horror that could stop the heart cold. All inflicted on one’s self by one’s self. The soul turns schizophrenic and goes hopelessly insane.
I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to. I don’t want to kill myself. I still want to listen to Charlie Parker and sit in a room alone at four in the morning. There are moments to live for. There are times, hours slammed together, that are definitely worthwhile. It’s all the other hours, minutes and unendurable expanses of time that drag me by my collarbone slowly through the mindlessness of their blank words.