"Okay, Michael, here's my plan: I'm going to leave Asbury Park, move to California, build my own freakin' amusement park with giraffes and shit, buy the Elephant Man's bones, marry Elvis' daughter, get accused of a bunch of creepy pedophilia, release a few terrible records, and then die suddenly. Yeah, so, that's what I have going on for the next couple decades. Don't steal my ideas, okay?

Oh, I might name my kid Blanket. You can do that too if you want."

h/t: Awesome People Hanging Out Together