I am just at tragedy right now.
It’s not the child’s responsibility to teach the parent who they are. It’s the parent’s responsibility to learn who the child is.
I start crying when certain things come up, certain memories, certain feelings, and it’s intense. But I think it’s good for me – and therapeutic.
Not many people have had as much bad luck as I have, but not many people have had as much good luck, either.
When anything huge happens to me, I always think, this isn’t my moment, this is a moment.
I’m always going to do whatever I think is funniest. If something’s dark, I’ll do it. If it’s a sock puppet, if it’s a stool, I’ll do it.
I didn’t have an interest in school at all and was getting in trouble all the time.
When I couldn’t get ahold of cigarettes, I’d roll coffee grounds into typing paper and smoke that and then vomit.
My age makes all my wrinkles and gray hair make sense.
I’m the luckiest unlucky person.
I worked at restaurants and coffee shops and babysitting and just whatever I could do to make money.
I was talking and playing pranks and skipping school, failing pretty much every class I took.
I was really into music. I started playing guitar also when I was nine. I wanted to be in the Beatles, even though John Lennon died the year I got a guitar and the Beatles broke up before I was born.