You'll Never Call Him Fifi Again.

You Know That Great Car-stomach Feeling When You Fly Over A Hump? That Was My Whole Body.

I Grew Up In A House That Had A Whole Lot Of Trouble. As Much Trouble As You Could Imagine.

The Radio Was On And That Was The First Time I Heard That Song, The One I Hate. Whenever I Hear It All I Can Think Of Is That Very Day Riding In The Front Seat With Lucy Leaning Against Me And The Smell Of Juicy Fruit Making Me Want To Throw Up. How Can A Song Do That? Be Like A Net That Catches A Whole Entire Day, Even A Day Whose Guts You Hate? You Hear It And All Of A Sudden Everything Comes Hanging Back In Front Of You, All Tangled Up In That Music.

I Live In Constant Fear Of Being Fired Or Dropped For That Dark Part Of My Work I Can't Control.

I Am About As Detailed As A Shadow.