Where are you? In the middle of nowhere, or Dallas as some prefer to call it.

What are you? the master of my own fate. a student at the University of North Texas. an expatriot in my own country. a desensitised disaffectionate post-modern ironic youth. a good cook.

What do you make? decent grades.

What do you love? I don't love anyone. I don't love anything. I don't love anymore.

What do you hate? sports, utility vehicles

What do you listen to? the smiths, belle and sebastian, anyone who speaks the truth.

What do you watch? Breakfast at Tiffanys, Ferris Bullers Day off, Twin peaks, South park, Father Ted, Miami Vice.

What do you drink? Kendall Jackson-Merlot - '97 was a good year. Gin and Tonic, Jack Daniel's, Dr.Pepper, water, and skim milk

What do you smoke? Silk cut, Marlboro ultra lights. any low tar wussy cigarettes. occasionlly drugs.

What do you take? each day at a time.

What do you believe in? have a good time all the time.

When We were 16.

Where were you? working in a record store, dreaming of a girl with whom I was in love.

What were you? an akward fat kid who lived for Morrissey records and going out on Friday nights.

What did you wear? jeans with the cuffs rolled up, they might be giants t-shirts and a bad hair cut.

What did you listen to? the pixies, lemonheads, sebadoh, morrissey, suede, the charlatans, material issue, rem, violent femmes, david bowie, um...same stuff I listen to now.

What did you watch? Slacker, ben stiller show, 120 minutes with dave kendall,..time pass me by.

What did you love? a girl named Stacey and Morrissey.

What did you hate? everyone around me

What did you drink? whiskey and coke

What did you smoke? whatever I could get my stubby fingers on.

What did you take? cake

What did you want to be? a film maker

Who did you fight? authority

Who/What did you believe in? I used to believe the world revolved around me and my little problems. Now I know it does.

Where did you go? to the principal's office...often.

What did you learn? I WAS right. Everyone WAS out to get me. Adults are stupid. and Morrissey IS God.


july 1998