It was just a compulsion. In fact, I soon realized that the only thing I really enjoyed was the actual snorting.

I don't have to tell you it goes without saying there are some things better left unsaid. I think that speaks for itself. The less said about it the better.

A cat will blink when struck with a hammer.

The secretiveness. The stealth. Those were obviously the aspects of cocaine use I was addicted to.

I'm thinking of buying a church and changing it around: maybe selling crack and having a few whores in the pew.

There are two types of people: One strives to control his environment, the other strives not to let his environment control him. I like to control my environment.

My mother and I had a lot of distance between us emotionally, although, on the surface, most of the time, we appeared good and friendly, and all that. But I was a problem. I was a street kid.