I'm tired of ignoring that I march to a different beat.

It's not about the big deal you struck that day, it's not about the new car, it's not about the obvious stuff. It's about that little introspective moment you had in the middle of all that. Those are moments between the moments, and that's where life is.

I dare anyone to spend 10 years in the laugh-track that is Chuck Lorre's hive of oppression and not suffer some form of an emotional tsunami.

I think I have a duty as a recovering guy to help, to make my knowledge of what I went through accessible.

I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.

I don't sleep. I wait. I sleep in cars and on couches. I sleep when I can, but when I can't sleep, I just don't, so I figure there's a higher calling keeping me on point that night.

Let's hook up and just bring fiery death.