In other news, I've been reading Henry Rollins again. I hope to god that when I'm in my 40's I'm one iota as cool as he is. It makes me long for life in a cramped stinky van and long-night hauls across the country and not showering for a week straight. Because most of his writing is from his journals, it's brutally honest and introspective. He does spend a lot of time Amerika(sic)-bashing though, but with good reason I think. Anyway, I apologize in advance if I get really faux-philosophic over the next week or so. Rollins brings it out in me (though it's never really far from the surface to begin with).