So let's start at the very begining (a very good place to start...)

I can remember every outfit I wore to every party going back to 1983.

And what do we have here? A scary monster, cowboy, and a fairy princess! Here's a hit of ecstasy, run along now.

It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.

I don’t know how you look at the inside of your head — what metaphor you choose — but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.

People die all around us all the time. Drop like flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes they kill themselves. People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again

There are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their head. It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.