I'm not doing well. Don't try to talk about this to my sister Liz. She will know it sooner or later.

I found out through the Internet that I have AIDS. I learned that I was dead. Where else would I find these things?

Andrew Wood's death changed things for a few weeks. I probably got even heavier into drugs after that.

Our perception of songs that we've written... the meaning changes from day to day... to whatever stage we're at in our life and careers.

Music is the doorway that has led me to drawing, photography, and writing.

At home I'm just a guy who has interests that extend far beyond music.

There are lasting consequences for using drugs. I'll still be paying for my prior use.