In March I had a minor heart attack while I was vacationing in Australia. it scared me, but it was nothing compared to what someone had in store for me down the road.

That's insanity. We must be good all the time.

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

Even when I was a little kid, I always said I would be in the movies one day, and damned if I didn't make it.

The MS really started going downhill in 1990.

I just don't want to die alone, that's all. That's not too much to ask for, is it It would be nice to have someone care about me, for who I am, not about my wallet.

Sure, I have friends, plenty of friends, and they all come around wantin' to borrow money. I've always been generous with my friends and family, with money, but selfish with the important stuff like love.