BRIAN EWING

Elvis music/ movies (especially the bad stuff), toy coffins, dust collectors, talking shit on people, collecting Frankenstein crap, midget sightings, mumbling, Luck Cats, black hair dye, the train from Milwaukee to Chicago, walking in LA, the train from Los Angeles to San Diego, double cappuccinos, the train from New Jersey to New York, Wilde, creepers, pet monkeys, comfort food, David Lynch flicks, Mexican food (the good stuff), broccoli, cursing, scrambled eggs, being a shut-in, Prague, Leonard Cohen, mouth breathers, knuckle draggers, eye ballers, day walkers, moon stalkers, packaging -like wine bottle labels or Japanese candy, Vincent Price, Nick Cave, fifty cent words, five dollar tours, nudge nudging n wink winking, eating and drinking for fun, Polish jokes, skipping lines at Disneyland, shaking hands with the president, being anywhere but here, searching for beer at Disneyland, a touch of evil here and there, snoring, Pushead, the secession movement, rooftops, bookstores, Amoeba, checking out bands... and for some reason I am compelled to see any movie with Johnny Depp in it. Don't ask. Oh yeah... nerdy girls with (tumor-like) encyclopedic brains that wear cute underwear ............................................................................................................... Can't forget...hanger onners and name droppers. If you're not interesting...who you 'did'... was interesting. Faux managers and scene whores make life enjoyable too. Keep folding them jeans at the Gap. And make sure Mom and Dad got your rent paid.