I didn’t have a clue what love was about until I met Sharon.

My stay in Camp Betty was the longest I'd been without drink or drugs in my adult life. [...] At first, they put me in a room with a guy who owned a bowling alley, but he snored like an asthmatic horse, so I moved and ended up with a depressive mortician. [...] The mortician snored even louder than the bowling alley guy - he was like a moose with a tracheotomy.

Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.

I just suddenly thought, people really get off on being scared. They pay money to see green foam come out of people's mouths.

Be good and honest to your fellow man and try to do something good for somebody.

In the Seventies I was so scared I wouldn't go on stage.

I am going through changes