It didn't matter if I got bitten by a dog or I ripped my pants on the fence post or I poked myself in the eye with a tree branch that I was crawling over, it was all about the shortcut. My whole life I took the shortcut, and I ended up lost.

The collective love for music and poetry and just the brotherhood of sound. And it's still kind of flowing through me and I attribute that to the team.

The road is not a problem. It's not any more tempting. People don't come up with giant bags of drugs or gallons of alcohol and say, 'You've got to do this.' It happens to me more at home.

It takes away a lot of the thrill of killing yourself when people are looking for you and you're disappointing them, because it is a lot of fun when you're out there killing yourself.

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

Also, we're all actually different blood types and we have one represented by each guy in the band.

I think I'm still figuring out how to be a little less selfish.