I) After the Great Toronto Plague of 1998
Fake your d**h. Plant a bomb. A note with a dental record. Move Away. Dublin's calling. Reserve a Euroticket today
This life is boring me. I knew it ever since thirteen
Fake your d**h. Drive your Pinto to a pier on Lake Michigan. Jump a train. Watch your Pinto on the pier burst into flames
I'll fake my d**h
"Man, he's so punk. Writes his own 'zine. Does basement shows. Plays in three bands; and he still finds time to love his Mom's wallet." - Coffee House Leech