I blinked and I cured my brain.

I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

I have a disease? Bullshit. I cured it with my brain.

Slash sat me down at his house and said, You've got to clean up your act. You know you've gone too far when Slash is saying, Look, you've got to get into rehab.

If someone follows you, go to a different room. If they keep following you, get in your car. If they follow you in your car, drive to a police station. There are ways to not engage.

I have defeated this earthworm with my words. Imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists.

I will not believe that if I do something then I have to follow a certain path because it was written for normal people. People who aren’t special. People who don’t have tiger blood and Adonis DNA.