I find drug use disrespectful, self destructive and weak. I want no part of it. I believe in complete respect for myself and others.
I became a vegetarian out of compassion for animals and to live as healthy as possible. I realized soon after that I was truly concerned with nonviolent consumption and my own health, a vegan diet was the best decision.
I’m an extremist, I have to deal with my own extreme personality, and I walk the fine line of wanting to die and wanting to be the ruler of it all.
I heard recently that I used to date Patrick Swayze.
One time I was singing along with a boy that looked like me in the crowd and he pushed away the mic and started making out with me and accidently bit my lip and I had to get stitches.
Personally I have my own political views and being straight-edge I’m happy to talk about that, but the music that always meant the most to me, was more emotional.
I don’t really like to infuse music with politics – but I wouldn’t say as a general statement that it shouldn’t be.
I can’t think of anything that people probably wouldn’t already have heard of.
I’m Davey. I sing, make faces and swing from trees.
When I was sent to public school, I was relieved that I could wear what I wanted to wear.
I’ve heard there are vegan corn dogs – I don’t know if that’s true but, jeez, I’d love to eat one of them.
I was the freak who moved into the nice neighborhood.
Animals are sentient creatures. I love them very much. I do not feel that we have the right to torture, murder, and abuse them for our own disgusting dietary and fashion wants and needs.
The people who send us fan mail written in blood say the nicest things, so it doesn’t freak us out too much.
There are only a few places that I go where people recognize me anyway. I have to be at the right place, in the right city. It’s not really that much of an issue.
Personally I have never found the practice of recreational drug use appealing. In fact, I have always found the lifestyle and the people who surround it to be abhorrent.
I am a vegan out of my love and respect for animals, as well as respect for myself.
I just heard a story from someone the other day where somebody was beaten up by Christians for wearing one of our shirts. Of course, that’s a very Christian thing to do.
But when I cut off my hair I even had friends not recognize me.
Usually, old ladies tell me to find Jesus. Look, I’m just trying to find some chai and a good vegan muffin.
If there’s a god, he clearly sucks. Yet for some reason I still have to say grace.