One of the most insane environments I have ever spent time in is a gun range. There we are, all in a line, armed to the teeth, firing away.

To this day, my haircut is the number two clippers, which I apply to myself every month.

I'm most in my element on tour, with a gig that day, like today. I'm on the road where I am supposed to be. I will be where I'm supposed to be at nighttime, on stage, in front of people, doing my thing.

You always know the mark of a coward. A coward hides behind freedom. A brave person stands in front of freedom and defends it for others.

I cling to my memories of glorious desperation.

if i was a woman these days, i'd be killing motherfuckers. my handgun would never cool and my hands would be covered in testicular blood. i would have a horrible reputation with a lot of men because i would be calling them on their weak bullshit left and right.

While I have no empirical evidence to back this up, I bet that the number of homosexual people per thousand has not fluctuated all that much over the centuries. I do not believe the dented wisdom my father used to extol, that homosexuality was a sure sign of a civilization in decline.