Sometimes, when I was really loaded, I'd sit on the floor and sort out every nut and bolt in the house. It was just sheer insanity. And often there'd be speed in the cut, so I was a speed freak, too.

I never go anywhere or do anything that transports me outside the boundaries of my mind.

The planet isn't going anywhere. We are.

People can't seem to get it through their heads that there is never any healing or closure. Ever. There is only a short pause before the next "horrifying" event. People forget there is such a thing as memory, and that when a wound "heals" it leaves a permanent scar that never goes away, but merely fades a little. What really ought to be said after one of these so-called tragedies is, "Let the scarring begin.

I like Florida. Everything is in the 80s. The temperatures, the ages and the IQ's.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

Cloud nine gets all the publicity, but cloud eight actually is cheaper, less crowded, and has a better view.