It’s a mighty long elevator ride.

Time flies when you’re having fun.

But more people hear me though according to the myspace and youtube videos.

You said yourself that you’re up & coming.

Oh I will, trust me. Matt keeps me humble.

You’re still you. That’s what matters. 

I’m not famous.

Keep telling yourself that.

Fuck them. Middle finger salute.

It’s a wonder you’re famous with how few fucks you give.

Who’s to say what we should or shouldn’t like?

A world of people.

Your weirdness is endearing.

See? The things we shouldn’t like, we do.

Especially when it’s ginger.

I like everything about you, just about. Hair included.

Not happening. That shit’s genetic.

I shouldn’t be so excited over hair. 

Not since he started balding.

Even after you lose your hair. But I’m biased.