What doesn’t kill you only makes your book longer.
I know whatever my father did, in his own way, he still loved me.
In terms of having high hopes that the level of consciousness will get higher and higher, yeah.
I was a little self-centered gutter punk in the early 1980s and all I wanted to do was diss everybody.
Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn’t want to look at that.
My sobriety isn’t up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from dawn till dusk. The vice of ‘more’ is an ongoing theme.
I’m a crier, let me know if you need some tips. I could cry every day, in a good way.
I think dying is the ultimate high.
To be 26 years old and lose your left heart ventricle was probably the most dramatic thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.
Desecration is the smile on my face.
I think people that have fear that, ‘Oh if I have a kid I won’t be able to do this and I won’t be able to do that.’ It’s kind of the opposite. It really gives you energy. It makes people better.
I have to laugh at myself.
You know, I like to climb trees and ride bikes and play.
As a father now, I wouldn’t do what my dad did, because it left me feeling emotionally unstable as a kid. But he didn’t do the things he did out of selfishness or malice.
Death by evaporation. May the saltwater wind that gets shot out of a barreling wave blow me away like an old puffy dandelion into the sky.
Well, I get excited about music.
If you want to get along with somebody, let them be right, and it will last longer.
Changing and inventing new things is great. That’s what we like to do.
The fact that I was a junkie for a long time is only one slice of my own personal pie, which is made up of a lot of different slices.
I inherited my father’s insatiable desire to meet all the beautiful girls in the world.