I know whatever my father did, in his own way, he still loved me.

I was starting to come to grips with the fact that I had created a lot of pain and suffering around me, not just within me.

Writing music always happened for me in periods when I wasn't under the influence of mind-altering substance.

I find it hard to meet the right woman as people assume I'm a certain type of person - which I'm not.

I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

The energy is still similar because I saw some old footage of us when we were in France that they'd dredged up out of God knows where and I was like, the energy is still there.

I had not had any drugs for 5 years but then I relapsed again. I have also smoked nearly everything. Every day it was a battle to recover, which I fought for my son and myself.