Kill only gods.
'70s wide-eyed child, '80s hairy hoodlum, '90s idealistic a-hole. Now I’m just running 4 burners and they all serve hot-takeout. I riff.
I make music & lots of obscure popcult references. Even in blackest night, a good Con-Air ref can save the day.
Imagine everything I write as sounding like it’s coming outta the mouth of a DJ at a roller rink. 🤘
There are four lights.
Interestingly enough, his guns were donated to a chimpanzee refuge.