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Who Are You?: eric. scott. gregory.
Where Are You?: at work...that portion of the day's almost done. What Are You?: half-alive, half-stalled, i suppose... like all of us. What do you make?: me. What do you love?: peyton, mickey, lenny, esprit, petra...so many things, so many creatures... What do you hate?: the rut i've got myself in to...but if it's not too obvious (which it is), i hate the structure which forces us all to wallow in more misery than is necessary. What do you listen to?: right now...dexy's 1st. but also today, the pogues, subway sect, jesus & mary chain, that petrol emotion... What do you watch?: world wrestling federation What do you drink?: bourbon, rocks What do you smoke?: marijuana What do you take?: pills (zanax), cocaine, meth, shit. What do you believe in?: anything that propels me to the next one. When We Were 16 Where were you?: somewhere on the outskirts of rochester, ny in high schoolWhat were you?: exploding with hope What did you wear?: ll bean stuff...khakis, t-shirts, sneakers. What did you listen to?: pistols, rockpile, lou reed, dylan, ramones, clash What did you watch?: hill street blues What did you love?: the fact that someday i might love What did you hate?: my dad, the teachers at school, the meathead football players What did you drink?: beer, whatever What did you smoke?: nada, tho grass was right around the corner What did you take?: pills What did you want to be?: a great writer Who did you fight?: my own fears Who/What did you believe in?: dostoevsky Where did you go?: bad parties, the mall, school sporting events What did you learn?: to leave |