Prague Is A Dark Place.

I'm My Own Salesman. I Can't Let Anybody Do Anything For Me.

There's An Insecure Part Of Me That Comes Out Of Me, I Get Nervous. I Don't Know Why, I Wish I Could Overcome It Because It Gives Me An Anxiety Feeling.

I'm A Sensitive Guy; I Respond To Things That Make My Eyes Well Up A Little Bit, Or Make Me Root For People. I Find The Human Condition Interesting.

I'm In Touch With The Social Networks And Stuff.

When Life Was Worrying About A Car Payment Or A Rent Payment And A Bill, You're So Consumed With That, You Really Don't Have Time To Know Yourself. That's Surviving And Getting By.