I've just completed a five-year period that can perhaps best be called a breathing spell. A time of getting my health back and gathering my strength. That time also included incredible cocaine abuse, a heart attack and my wife's recovery from both alcoholism and cocaine abuse.

If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

I'll bet there aren't too many people hooked on crack who can play the bagpipes.

Some people have no idea what they're doing, and a lot of them are really good at it.

My father? My father left when I was quite young. Well actually, he was asked to leave. He had trouble metabolizing alcohol.

I credit that eight years of grammar school with nourishing me in a direction where I could trust myself and trust my instincts. They gave me the tools to reject my faith. They taught me to question and think for myself and to believe in my instincts to such an extent that I just said, "This is a wonderful fairy tale they have going here, but it's not for me."

Hey! Who stole my collection of used bandages?! And they also got away with my nude pictures of Ernest Borgnine!