I feel trapped if I know I can't kill myself at anytime

Good news is rare these days, and every glittering ounce of it should be cherished and hoarded and worshipped and fondled like a priceless diamond.

...the crazy never die.

I wanted to take off all my clothes and never wear them again.

Journalism, to me, is just another drug - a free ride to scenes I'd probably miss if I stayed straight.

Kill the body and the head will die.

Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception – especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far to relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they’re scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.