too weird to live, too rare to die. "I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion."
[x]→Last question, what do you want for Christmas this year?
"Snow. No, I’m joking, I don’t want snow. I would like peace on earth and good will to all men. And I don’t know, maybe a Playstation 3, if such a thing exists…"