I think there's a phenomenon of people who want to be around something that seems "dangerous." It makes them feel more real.

All my life I'd gone for women who were a little off.

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.

The traditional dictionary definition of the difference is that an alcoholic will steal your wallet in a blackout, come to, and apologize for it. A junkie will steal your wallet and then help you look for it. But ultimately I think all addictions boil down to just not being able to be with yourself for any long degree of time.

You can't really compare hells. But I suppose the hell of being strung out on another person's addictive behavior is its own special thing.

It's not like I was an alkie or anything. Alcohol is for cleaning needles

If you're here for four more years or four more weeks, you're here right now. I think when you're somewhere, you ought to be there. It's not about how long you stay in a place, it's about what you do while you're there, and when you go, is that place any better for your having been there?