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.

Every true artist is at war with the world.

Death by evaporation. May the saltwater wind that gets shot out of a barreling wave blow me away like an old puffy dandelion into the sky.

You know, I like to climb trees and ride bikes and play.

I'm an artist and I get very attached to my own little ditties.

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.

...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.