I) After the Great Toronto Plague of 1998
Fake your death. 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 death. 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 death.

"Man, he's so punk. Writes his own 'zine. Does ba!@&(t
shows. Plays in three bands; and he still finds time to
love his Mom's wallet." - Coffee House Leech