You Can’t Keep Messing Me Around Like

I Don't Get Offered Leading Parts. I Suppose I've Become A Kind Of Character Actor Or Sideman. I Think It Had To Do With Probably In The '90s, I Refused So Many Leading Roles That They Gave Up On Me, Or I Just Became Unpopular, Or I Became Old. All Those Reasons.

I Don't Understand My Feelings. I Really Don't. I Don't Understand How I Could Hate You So Much After So Much Time. How, No Matter How Much I'd Like To Not Hate You, I Hate You Even More. It Grows.

When You Consider All The Writers Who Never Even Had A Machine. Who Would Have Given An Eyeball For A Good Typewriter. Any Typewriter. All The Ones Who Wrote On A Matchbook Covers. Paper Bags. Toilet Paper. Who Had Their Writing Destroyed By Their Jailers. Who Persisted Beyond All Odds.

When You Die It's The End Of Your Life.

I Like Cars. I Like Travel. I Like The Idea Of People Breaking Down And I'm The Only One Who Can Help Them Get On The Road Again. It Would Be Like Being A Magician. Just Open Up The Hood And Cast Your Magic Spell.