As long as a person is breathing, there is hope for them.

Now I can look back and say I actually like the upbringing I had and my father was very attentive and a great educator.

...for the first time in my life, a voice went off in my head:'You have no power over what happens in your life. Drugs dictate exactly what you're going to do. You've taken your hands off the steering wheel, and you're going wherever the drug world takes you.' That had never changed. The feeling would well up inside of me, and no matter how much I loved my girl or my band or my friends or my family, when that siren song 'Go get high now' started playing in my head, I was off.

I don't even know what words to use to talk about the music industry anymore. But the business has changed a lot - the methods of releasing music.

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.

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.

As long as a person is breathing, there is hope for them.