I'M VERY OPTIMISTIC

Fuck you, man, I'm very optimistic. Seriously, I feel like you could lock me in a room with anyone you want, I mean, like Glenn Beck or Kenny Chesney, or one of those fuckin' douchebags from the Bachelorette or something. It doesn't matter, just give me a computer that's hooked up to the internet and you know, you're gonna have to tie them down and sew their mouth shut, but in a day or two, I promise, they're gonna be hooked on the Chinese elephant man and beheadings and all that horrible shit comin' out of Syria. They're gonna be able to recite Bukowski and that great rant from Crumb. I'll have them droppin' Jesus for Dylan and Henry Miller. Hell, I may even get 'em to surrender to Jandek? I mean, if you caught me when I'm strong, when I'm completely out of my fuckin' mind, I bet I could do a whole seminar and take down all the Kardashians or my entire high school class. Well, maybe not Paul Reed. He's just totally fucked.