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So I'm More At Home With My Backpack, Sleeping In A Hotel Room Or On A Bus Or On An Airplane, Than I Am Necessarily On A Bed. It's Weird Being Here. It Feels Like I'm Standing Next To My Real Life.

Death Metal Uses A Lot Of White Face Paint And Black Hair Dye To Make Its Point. I Quite Enjoy This Genre For Its Intensity, Extremism And Underlying Irony: You Have To Be Alive To Play It And Listen To It.

I'm Not In A Position Where I Get To Pick And Choose Roles. I Usually Go On Auditions In Long Lines And Embarrass Myself In Front Of Casting Directors, And With A Lump In My Throat And My Ears Burning, I Walk Past Reception And Smirking Actors As I Go To The Parking Garage And Go Back On The Highway.

My Desires Are Foolish. The Things I Want Are Better Kept To Myself. The Hand Of Silence Is Steady. The Hard Blade Of Silence Is Clean Like Night. The Code Is Absolute. Silence Is Eternal And Patient. Silence Never Makes A Fool Of Itself Like I Have So Many Times.

We Know That In September, We Will Wander Through The Warm Winds Of Summer's Wreckage. We Will Welcome Summer's Ghost.