Genesee Cream Ale.

What are you, my mom? Quit asking stuff like that.

Rock n Roll is all I can do. I literally have no other skills.

The push-broom under my beak.

books:
Hemingway, Vonnegut, Heller, Lovecraft.... you know. 20-something books. Oh, and history books. They're long and cheap.

movies:
Jim Jarmusch, Wim Wenders... I don't know. A lot of art films, foreign films, westerns and war movies. Anything with very little dialogue, beautiful cinematography, and good interactions suits me. Once Upon a Time in the West, Paris Texas, Dogtooth, Down By Law... you know.

Music:
This is tough. Slim Cessna's Auto Club, The Remains, Th' Legendary Shack Shakers, Bob Wills, Coughing Fit, Waylon Jennings, Infest, Bad Religion, Dead Kennedy's, 70's Elvis, The Spaceshits, Bloodshot Bill, Coke Bust, The Goddamn Gallows, Man or Astro-man, Buck Owens... Just a lot of classic country, western swing, rockabilly, surf, garage and punk rock.

If your music section has anything top 40 or the words -hop or -step.... you're done kid.

TV:
The afternoon lineup... Maury, Jerry, Wilkos and Bill!
I just keep netflix going in the background if I'm home alone, but I love Arrested Development, King of the Hill, Futurama... I don't know. I'm not big into all that TV stuff.

Food:
In my neighborhood, you need to know three men. Bob, Ted, and Gus.

My records, my guitars, coffee, and whiskey.

yes I know that's only four. I can't think of much else besides pizza. Shit, pizza's awesome.

ghouls.

Pretty much every day I'm drinking coffee, whiskey and beer, smoking cigarettes and wondering why I feel like shit all the time.

I like wearing denim on denim. GFY.

you love disappointment.