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Flaws are awesome - so, 'flawsome!' I love making up a word.
In a way, it's my way of dealing with, finding closure with Grateful Dead music, and giving thanks in a way to Jerry and Bob and all the guys in the band for making up this wonderful music.
I have three younger siblings, so the four of us were outside all the time after school playing games, making up games. My sister made up a game called 'roof ball.' We'd play that constantly. She always beat me in it, and it made me very mad. But we were outside all the time.
While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin, the opportunity is lost.
People started saying I was ignoring my country, making up stories about me. Ludicrous things, like that I throw tea on my assistants.
There's a pattern when tours start - a pattern of infighting, of making up, of breaking up, of addiction. There's a pattern of going to jail. There's a pattern of passion for music.
The main thing I'm into is going about on a bike, taking random routes; I'm really into the idea of making up journeys, and just seeing where they take you, because they always end up taking you someplace freaky.
Every story was being made up. My true friends weren't the ones speaking. It was people who never knew me, making up stories. Even my local paper put a $1,000 bounty out for information about my whereabouts.
Some of my high school teachers did remind me that I had an excellent imagination when it came to making up excuses.
There are two ways of lying. One, not telling the truth and the other, making up statistics.