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 basement 
shows. Plays in three bands; and he still finds time to 
love his Mom's wallet." - Coffee House Leech