I Have No Desire To Write Anything

Russia Is Tough. The History, The Land, The People - Brutal.

The Ruts Were A Great Punk Rock Band From England Whose Songs Were As Excellent As Their Time Together Was Short.

I Don't Have Many Friends So The Phone Doesn't Ring And No One's Asking Me To Go Out And Go Dancing With Them.

I Have Come To Regard November As The Older, Harder Man's October. I Appreciate The Early Darkness And Cooler Temperatures. It Puts My Mind In A Different Place Than October. It Is A Month For A Quieter, Slightly More Subdued Celebration Of Summer's Death As Winter Tightens Its Grip.

There’s Got To Be Someone For Me. It’s Not Too Much To Ask. Just Someone To Be With. Someone To Love. Someone To Give Everything To. Someone.