Serious?
Well you and your friend are damn cool when you're sick.
If I recall, last time I was sick I was sprawled out in a panda-style onesie, with a copy of ''Death of a Salesman'', croaking like an eighty year old smoker.
I'm sorry, but in the face of modern music, the fact that he can quote Mark Twain is pretty damn admirable.
The man is actually intelligant, which if you ask me, is a rarity in music today.
I love how in interviews he will use a word that stumps the interviewer, or will make an intellectual reference, and everyone is brained, because they put him in this grim daft rock-dude persona, and suddenly he doesn't fit.
I find it amusing.
He had mentioned in a lot of interviews how other bands think he (and My Chem) is stuck up, and a prick.
I feel his pain...
I may be a bit bias, but I think everything Wilde said was ultimately true.
The man was a genius.
Not exactly humble about it though, as his first words upon stepping foot in America were ''I have nothing to declare except my genius''.
Yes, well there is none of that here, just the Salvation Army bells...
I actually sort of like laundromats... But we don't have a washer/dryer so it's a necessity.
It's not that bad early, but around noon it starts filling up with the street people, and gets pretty weird after that.