So I swear to God, I took one year where I just said, This year, I'm just going to cop to it and say to people, 'Okay, where did we meet?' But it just got worse. People were more offended. Every now and then, someone will give me context, and I'll say, 'Thank you for helping me.' But I piss more people off. You get this thing, like, 'You're being egotistical. You're being conceited.' But it's a mystery to me, man. I can't grasp a face and yet I come from such a design/aesthetic point of view. I am going to get it tested.

Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction.

Once you hit 40, you start reexamining the math of it all. I'll trade wisdom for youth any day.

I don't want to die without scars.

Getting a burp out of your little thing when she needs it is probably the greatest satisfaction I've come across at this point in my life.

Your shame will be your torture, and your torture will be your life. I wish it long.

When I was a little kid we moved to Tulsa, then to St. Louis and, by the time I was in kindergarten, we lived in Springfield, Missouri. There I basically grew up.