I have an obsession with fame, excess, prostitution, drugs, sex, chaotic lifestyles, despair, death, and music. I think Charles Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, Leonard Cohen, Evan Dando, and John Maus are the sexiest men alive. Oh, wait. Two of them are dead, and a couple of the others are near death. My bad. I write a lot about my terrible life, how much I hate people, and how much I wish I could die...with a sense of humor. And I Hate auto tune.