I think it's kind of cool that he's just doing his own thing. Supposedly he makes pretty good money doing it, and in all honesty I don't doubt it. This track is pretty sick for an 18 year old kid.
I was walking down along the street and I heard this voice saying, "Good evening, Mr. Dowd." Well, I turned around and here was this big six-foot rabbit leaning up against a lamp-post. Well, I thought nothing of that because when you've lived in a town as long as I've lived in this one, you get used to the fact that everybody knows your name.







