I went to see a shaman. He put his hands on me, and I cried like a baby for an hour.

I've seen foreigners really shift on their view of America, and that's hard for me to take.

Like any form of death, at some point you just have to get up and say yeah I'll take it, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen and sorta chop your head off. It's easy to avoid all that...there's always another moment, another girl, another high, another drug, there's always something to distract you.

People always seemed to pay attention to us. I have no idea why -- there was just a presence between the four people or something.

The things I'm guided to do are really strange to me.

Stay in school. Lie to your teachers, but stay in school.

All I can go on is my own value system.