I was a loner and never hung out with anyone. I never had any friends.

Now they're calling taking drugs an epidemic - that's cos white folks are doing it.

I'm not addicted to cocaine. I just like the way it smells.

I think about being married again, having a home and a wife. No one can ever be married too many times, and maybe if I keep trying I'll get it right one day.

I was given two weeks to walk again, so I hooked up with a trainer, and he... had me walking. I'll never forget that, it was grueling.

Someone called all the newspapers in New York and told them I'd died. I've been told by almost everyone it was an ex-wife - I've had a few so it's hard to pinpoint which one - but who knows for sure?

The MS really started going downhill in 1990.