Staying in a hotel this time. They put me up in a little bit of a shithole. Yeah. Just this side of rinky dink. The first 7 floors are a homeless shelter, but I'm on 8.

I've got to get on myself to be sharp, funny and loose.

People come and go around you, but you're never the one getting the big stuff. I like that.

I have two skateboards, but I don't get to use them much. I have a snowboard, which I've never used.

I have no stories to sell. A lot of my relationships are with civilians, and no one wants to hear about those.

The last girl I went out with blew me off. Now I call her with lame excuses to see her, "Hey, did I leave a penny over there?"

I have no detectable hair style.