This is what I think: If you had the nerve to live what you lived, you should have the nerve to write it.

All of us, at some point in life, choose our cliché.

I always tell myself, when I remember the non-stop self-generated hell party that used to be my life, I wouldn't be here if I didn't go there.

For me there was never a lot of glamor involved in being a junkie, it was about trying to hide the puke and bloodstains on my shirt.

I've always wanted to be a guy with a rec room.

I don't really know how to do much else besides write.

There was a weird intimacy, sitting in a car together. Couples sat in cars. Cops and their partners. Strangers became unstrange, sharing a windshield view of the world.