Yesterday's answers has nothing to do with today's questions.

It wasn't enough for Megadeth to do well; I wanted Metallica to fail.

I guess because I had such a horrible life growing up, going from place to place not knowing what I was gonna do and ending up being homeless, there was a lot of pain and a lot of anger that was coming out through my guitar playing.

I want to write something that makes it easy for young people to look right into the abyss.

Some years later, long after he and Megadeth parted company, Jay Jones was stabbed to death with a butter knife during-rumor has it-a fight over a bolonga sandwich. That's not funny, of course. But, if you knew Jay, neither is it particularly suprising.

Pop and metal aren't friends. Each knows exactly where the other lives and tries to keep its distance. They choose different streets, neighborhoods, zip codes.

If I were president of the United States, I'd build a great wall along the Mexican border and not let anybody in.