Much of my high-jinx have been drug-related. When you're under 30, whatever, but once you're past 40 it's just ugly.
What makes the most money for this business? Dead rock stars.
I get nervous about press and about being rejected or disappointing myself.
For people considering suicide, it is bullshit. Endure the moment.
The minute I got skinny and got a nose job and became photogenic, and all of a sudden I had a bidding war, and every boy I ever wanted, wanted me.
Only dumb people are happy.