I'm viewed as this weird, crippled character. But you got to take your lumps.

My step-mom would tell me that she would get complaints from adults that I stared too much at them.

I had concussions as a kid playing football and basketball, and know what it feels like and to have someone say 'Just rub some dirt on it, and get back in there.'

Beware of those angels with their wings glued on.

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

People act like Nirvana invented grunge; they just took it and personified it.

I've thought many times, 'I can't write this,' but on my own little planet I found the courage to write it because it was true. I put aside fear of Father being angry with me. It's hard though; the world pales in comparison with the stature of a parent. In some small-consolation way, my parents feel I'm helping people by giving them something to identify with. They feel proud in a sort of reverse way. My mom's proud of the fact that lots of kids look up to me.