Chin chin james.. a double whisky for you. the guitar has many faces, more than me... my guitar has tried to cut my throat before.. the black lead on a wardrobe handle... very scary...

Memories of trauma added to the gutted feeling of losing a bed partner... has spurned more life in me than ever... a bit of poison now and again keeps the jib cut fresh...

Now I'm sailing thru with 4 girls, one for sex. one for chatting... one to be miserable with and the other is a potential...

I aint getting bogged down with any emotional goings on with the females for a while... 22 is too young to bother trying. I hate failing.. perfection is...

You get the idea...? keep the XX types in check and the mental tigers at bay.