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.

We try to be real nice and friendly to people, but sometimes they take advantage of that.

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

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

Drugs will have a huge effect on my work for the rest of my life, whether I'm using or not.

When everyone goes home, you're stuck with yourself.

I don't take part in it the way I used to-the bimbos, the free beers, free drugs, all that. That's still there if you want it, but I don't really seek that out any more.