I don't. I was just born this way. Literally. I was born on my dad's West Coast Chopper while my parents were on the highway goin to the hospital. Here's a pic of the bike I was born on.
My dad knew what he was doin. He wasn't friends with nobody. Not even my mom. One time I made the stupid mistake of having a friend for a little while. His name was Tyler. At first I though he was cool because he liked Iron Maiden, but it turned out he was just a poser trying to get close to me so he could steal my music ideas. Well Tyler, this new hit song is for you, ex-friend. (And the only reason I'm smiling while I'm playing the song is because I'm imagining doing what the lyrics say.) Screw you all!
3 comments:
matt, i learned so much about you from reading your blog. There is so much we haven't talked about, but looking at how you live your life I now realize that you are a bad 'a'. Reading your blog has helped me get to know you far more than by being your roomate for 2 years at college.
Having friends is overrated. What a waste of space friends are. I think your dad was on to something....something good.
Wow. Really, wow. You're...lovely. Do you think you could write a song for me? You're so sweet to do that for your friend there. We could write it together! I call tambourine!
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