I was tired of pretending that I was someone else just to get along with people, just for the sake of having friendships.

I knew I was different. I thought that I might be gay or something because I couldn't identify with any of the guys at all. None of them liked art or music, they just wanted to fight and get laid. It was many years ago but it gave me this real hatred for the average American macho male.

I'm not like them, but I can pretend.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

Don't expect me to die for you.

I’m not mad. I’m in a perfectly happy mood, you asshole.

I don't blame the average seventeen-year-old punk-rock kid for calling me a sellout. I understand that. And maybe when they grow up a little bit, they'll realize there's more things to life than living out your rock & roll identity so righteously.