I Am The Assasin Of

Just Understand That The End Began Long Ago We Got Here Just In Time Look All The Squares In The Sidewalks Were Already There All These Strangers Have More Money Than You Do All The Good Riffs Have Been Taken And Everyone Is So Scared Murder Is Commonplace I Don't Even Flinch At The Gunshots Outside My Window I Feel Lonely Without Them

Luckily For Me, I Genuinely Like My Audience. They Really Are A Good Bunch.

I Don't Get A Rush From Anything. I Did Music As Hard As I Could. Acting For Me At Least, Is A Far More Restrained Performance Than Music. It Requires A Lot Of Skill And Discipline. I'm Not Any Good At It But I Enjoy Trying To Be Good At It.

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.

I Think That One Of The Hardest Things In The World To Be Is A Black Male. I Mean Everyone Hates Your Guts. White Men Are Afraid Of You. White Women Are Afraid Of You. The Cops Hate You. The Government Wants You Dead. Your Own People Want To Shoot You For What You Got. You Just Can't Get Over It. And Even If You Are Able To Get Over It You're Forced To Do It On The White Guy's Terms.