Security, space, freedom.

Aliens.

Low standards.

X

No. It's not by a huge margin, objectively speaking, but certainly not "more" by any means.

Because you require an answer.

Roll over in bed and wake her up.

Dev Townsend, no competition, no question. I fucking love operatic vocals. Kingdom - holy gods. It's a real shame most people are too dumb to try something a little different, but there are very few musicians currently who can hold a candle to what he does. Astonishing stuff.

My awesome wife who I do not deserve. Strong, smart and healthy children who make me proud (when they're not annoying the fuck out of me, naturally). My godsdamn badass dogs. Such abilities as I have. My guitars. Music. The ability to feel emotions far deeper than most, even if it is a sickness. My ears and hands. My fucking beard. My dick. Absolutely winning the lottery as far as the time and place of my birth are concerned. Living in interesting times. Having a roof over my head and rarely going hungry.

Drink, for one night only because you don't want to be that guy, but for that one night you drink like a Viking with a mate. Not alone like a sad sack. You talk, you cry, you laugh, you drink. Take drugs too, get fucking wrecked, all of it. Then you sober your arse up and don't drink again until you're over it.

Then, move on and live well. The only form of worthy revenge in this situation - live all the better for the experience.

Now stop being a little bitch with these emo fucking questions. Pussy.

Mentally, somewhere between 13 and 45. In terms of how easily annoyed I am, around 80.

STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!

Cheese.

Haha.

Now.

Here.

On what?

Cock.

*THIS MUCH*.

There's a difference?