Because Of What I Did

I Did A Radio Interview For A Station In Connecticut Or Something, And It Was The Worst Interview Ever. It Was All Yes And No Answers.

I'm Doing Naughty Things, I'm Drinking Too Much, I'm Going To Clubs. It Really Didn't Matter To Me, Other Than The Fact That Some Parents Wouldn't Let Their Kids Hang Out With Me.

I Can Go To Any Restaurant Without A Reservation, But While I'm There, Everyone's Gonna Be Staring.

The Funny Thing Is, I'm Not Really A Big Reader, Not A Big Fan Of Books In The First Place.

I Do Have A Family, And I Do Have Friends, And So-called Friends, And Acquaintances, And Many Other People I See Only Around Christmas Time. Maybe They Could Vouch For Me. Maybe They Could Testify To My Existence And Save A Part Of Me That Thinks I'm No Better Than A Bag Of Potato Chips.