How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

Hey, you created me! I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!

Tyler lies back and asks, "If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing?" I say, goodnight. The headliner hangs down in shreds from the ceiling and Tyler says, "Clawing at the lid of her coffin.