To make something, you have to work within your abilities. Honestly assess what you can do and even more important, what can't you do.

When I fart my ass makes a trumpet sound that heralds the arrival of the smell.

I'd be at someone's house or be up on the roof all day and I'd get lonely - stir crazy - and talk radio became this soothing voice in my life. But the idea that I was making $10 an hour and stacking drywall while these guys were making a few hundred thousand, and they were having a party, and there were Playmates and there were good times, I just couldn't imagine it.

Honestly, I've always had difficulty relaxing, unwinding and going to bed - that kind of stuff.

Welfare is monetary methadone.

I don’t have any ill will or ill thought towards anybody.

I have feelings that are to the right, and I have feelings that land on the left side of the aisle. The thing is if you have 10 views that land you on the left side of the aisle and two views that land you on the right side of the aisle, then people just put you on the right side of the aisle. I'm not sure why.