Favorite bands :
Adele, Arctic Monkeys, Allman Brothers, Arcade Fire, Audioslave, Beach House, Bloc Party, Blue October, BON IVER, COLDPLAY, Dave Matthews, Foo Fighters, Gomez, Goo Goo Dolls, Guns n Roses, HIM, Iron and Wine, James Blunt, Johnny Foreigner, The Killers, The Kills, Kings of Leon, Laura Veirs, Led Zeppelin, Linkin Park, M.I.A., The Mars Volta, MGMT, FUCKING MUSE!!!, My Bloody Valentine, Oasis, Pink Floyd, Radiohead, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Shins, SILVERSUN PICKUPS, Smashing Pumpkins, Stefano Barone, The Strokes, Sublime, Switchfoot, Tom Waits, Train, U2, Vampire Weekend, 3 Doors Down, 30 Seconds To Mars, 3OH!3
Favorite guitarists :
Matt Bellamy from Muse.
Slash from Guns n Roses
Brian Aubert from Silversun Pickups
Linde from HIM
Favorite bassists :
Flea from RHCP
Chris Westenholme from Muse
Burton from HIM
Nikki Monniger from Silversun Pickups
Favorite books :
Requiem for a Dream by Hubert Selby Jr.
The Road by Cormac McCarthy
The DaVinci Code and Angels and Demons by Dan Brown
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher
Favorite tv :
House, Family Guy, American Dream, The Sopranos, Crash
Favorite movies :
Requiem for a Dream is my favorite film by far.
It Might Get Loud
Harry Potter series
I was the major. I guess to some I still am. Terry here was my right hand man back in the glory days. That was a long time ago, though, mate. I was a crazy bastard back then. All I fucking cared about was my reputation amongst the firms of England. You've heard all the stories, yeah? Last match I went to was Millwall versus West Ham. We're talking a good 10 years ago. I mean, we'd been waiting for this match all year.
At Millwall. Yeah. Stepping into their ground. Completely outnumbered. We were fucking wired from the start. Now, Tommy Hatcher, he was their main man back then. He used to bring his 11 year old boy to the grounds, Tommy Jr. Always banging about how he brought this kid up to be like a little pit bull.
Well, we lost the match. And those Millwall cunts just started laughing at us. And I just fucking snapped. I couldn't let it lie, you know? So I assembled all our troops and we hunted them down.
I saw that little lad go down. And I saw his skull get crushed under the boots of the GSE.
I never went to another match after that. And I left the "Major" behind. And when it comes back to me, and believe me, it fucking does, that madness...
I mean, when I hear the roar of the stadium on match day, the lads calling me to get pissed, out of me fucking tree. When I think of that, I think about getting back into it.