28 years old. Two to thirty.

Question, ladies .. How late is late?

Hotter that Satan's balls around here.

Forgot I've a fear of drowning.

Getting used to hotels as "home."

Indiana's so .. uh .. spacious? .. This sucks.

Why're writing happy songs so difficult?

Sophomore album material is fucking tough.

Based on this pictureJames wasn't sure what it meant ( Read more... )

The phone call seemed too good to be true. Seemed a fake. After all, James could close his eyes and hear the sound of Cinzia's voice, ringing in his ears, telling him to call her because something bad had happened. He could still hear the truths she told him -- that Z had died. That she had been murdered. He could still feel the way his body ( Read more... )