When I'm left on my own I'm my own worst enemy.

I love to get into a landscape and paint my horses.

In my family, they were all big boozers, but they all lived to ripe old ages.

I find it hard to get old and hard to say, 'No.'

I still feel 29. Maybe I should act my age more, but I just can't.

I used to worry, 'I've lost my family.' They hated me for a while, but they're very resilient.

What can I say, I'm an alcoholic. It's what I do.