All I can say is that my ambition far exceeded my talent.

I thought heroin was evil and morally, myself, I thought that pot was okay. That it wasn't a bad thing and so therefore thought I wasn't doing a bad thing. I knew I was breaking the law but I thought that the law was wrong also. So I morally justified what I was doing.

Basically I was no different than a rock star or a movie star. I was a coke star.

May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face, and the winds of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.

Strange thing, when they arrested me for the pot, the federal agents, they said, "We're sorry, we really don't want to bust pot people but this is tied into a heroin operation and we have to arrest you."

I hope there's a life after life - and maybe I can even come back again and get on another train, and ride and gain some more wisdom.

That's a terrible price to pay because you loved life so much, with the intensity of a thousand suns, and the women and all of it - and then it's all taken away from you. You end up walking the hallways of always to a place called tedium and apathy, day after day after day. Years go by.