I'm A Liar. I'll Rip

Music Files And Downloading Have Indeed Changed The Currency Of Music To A Great Degree.

Too Sick And Freaked Out Not To Want A Bullet For Every Passer By, Too Sick And Freaked Out To Breathe, Too Sick And Freaked Out To Care, Too Sick And Freaked Out To Think Of Anything But The Annihilation Of My Mind And Denial Of My Life. So Sick And Freaked Out That I Think Everyone Is My Friend.

What I've Found Is That A Lot Of Soldiers Are Surprisingly Apolitical. Their Reality Is, "today I'm Going To Leave The Gate For Twelve Hours, And I'm Going To Make It Back To The Dining Facility By Sundown With The Arms And Legs Of Me And My Buddies Intact."

One Person's Disaster Is Another Person's Talking Point.

To My Ears, Jazz Sounds Better In Warm Weather And After The Sun Has Gone Down. While I Will Listen To Some Of My Favorite Jazz Records In Cooler Weather, It's The Warmer Nights That Really Make Them Come Alive. Something About Those Sounds And The Heat Of The Night Really Makes It Happen For Me.