Today's woman puts on wigs, fake eyelashes, false nails, sixteen pounds of make-up/shadows/blushes/creams, living bras, various pads that would make a linebacker envious, has implants and assorted other surgeries, then complains that she cannot find a 'real' man

I think the media made Manson, turned him into some larger than life figure and surrounded him with mystery and some shady glamour.

Actors have these delicate appendages called Egos.

And if you don't live, you have nothing to write about.

There were a lot of choices to make and I always picked artist. I never once picked doctor, lawyer, firemen or something like that. It was always artist.

But I'm a hot-blooded Italian by nature. Whatever the situation you present, I'm going to make something out of it.

Liar, lawyer, mirror show me. What’s the difference?