The Bad Seeds Are A Band I

More Than 30 Years Ago, In Washington, D.c., I Secured A Copy Of A Single By A Los Angeles Band Called The Bags. The Two-song 7-inch, Released On Dangerhouse, Had A Girl On The Cover Who Looked Right At You With Huge Eyes. The Songs, 'survive' And 'babylonian Gorgon,' Were Great And Made Many Of My Mix Tapes.

There're Some Places That Are More Difficult Or Dangerous To Navigate And I Wouldn't Look Forward To Going Back. Like I'd Much Rather Go Back To Afghanistan - Which Fascinates Me - Quicker Than I'd Go Back To Spend A Week Walking Around Nairobi, Kenya, Which Is A Great And Easy Way To Get Yourself Killed.

I Lack The Skill To Hold A Story Line For The Length Required For A Novel Or Even A Short Story. I Have Never Had An Idea That Could Withstand A Hundred Thousand Words, Or Even Ten Thousand Words Of Rubber Meeting The Road.

If It Were A Choice Between Me Getting Killed Or One Of My Friend's Kids, I Would Happily Take The Shot.

Look, It's A Monster. He's Walking Alone. Look, He's Pulling Something Out Of His Pocket. He Threw It On The Ground. Let's Go See What It Is. It's A Black Box. You Open It... Ok... Look, It's Sorrow, Misery And Pain. It's Loneliness And Longing. Boy, He'll Be Sorry He Lost These.