Because listening to U2 in my sleep causes me to have strange dreams about salsa made from beans and cockroaches, wherein said bugs were still alive, four inches long, black and shiny, and survived by eating strips of raw meat glued to the underside of the lid?
(You'd think it would be nasty, but for some reason, the cockroaches looked really clean. And shiny.)
Salvador Dali is my hero.
-Each morning when I awake, I experience again a supreme pleasure - that of being Salvador Dali.
-I don't do drugs. I am drugs.
-There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.