I want to be like the patron saint of reality.
I got drunk when I was five. Everybody gets drunk before they're 21.
I only write when I'm angry or sad, so because that's when I just have to write... If I'm having a good time and I'm happy and things are going really well, why would I want to stop what I'm doing to go and write at the piano?
The quick success was a bit strange to get used to.
I'm not a control freak.
I keep living this day like the next will never come.