Los Angeles, I don't like that town. Too decadent, and it's slimy.

I'm not using drugs to get high like many people think. I know I made a big mistake when I started using this sh-. It's a very difficult thing to explain. My liver is not functioning and I'm throwing up all the time and shitting my pants. The pain is more than you can handle. It's the worst pain in the world. Dope sick hurts the entire body.

I'm not into religion, but I have a good grasp on my spirituality. I just believe that I'm not the greatest power on this earth. I didnt create myself, because I would have done a hell of a better job.

My bed isn't made, I'm tired, I haven't slept well for two weeks. I haven't been laid in a month. I don't have a girlfriend. I have a warrant for my arrest.

I haven't read anything but regurgitated rumors. Nothing new, and nothing true.

A lot of power-pop comes out of LA, a lot of speed metal comes out of New York.

I guess I can go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go.