No sense in smoking if you're going to be in a hurry. No sense in smoking and drinking or indulging in ones vices if you really aren't induldging. That stuff becomes a habit and you're just a zombie in a Romero film doing what you always did when you were alive.

I'm thinking about that baby, thinking of writing him a letter in case of a tragic 2am smash up that leaves me dead or in a coma. What the hell would I tell him? I'm your father. No one will ever love you like I do. That's from that movie Shine, though, and he'd probably see it and it later in life and realize what a fucking cop out I am.

I could tell you something my dad told me. I got one of those books once where you fill in all the shit like how many steps it is from your front door to the mailbox. One of the things I was supposed to fill in was a piece of advice someone gave me. I asked my dad for a piece of advice for my book and he said "be it large, be it small, do it right or not at all". That works for my dad because he does things right with some regluarity. That's why it stuck with me - because it tied up a whole thing about my dad in a nifty little pnumonic device.

All I can think of is "don't listen to techno and don't wear shiny shirts". I always like to tell people "don't take any shit". That's good advice, I think, but I take a whole bunch of shit so it doesn't hold up in any kind of role-model capacity.