I just think my body can't handle it any more. I did try a little drink a while back, and I was actually physically ill. I went into an immediate depression, and felt awful, just dreadful. So that's it. I'm over it now.

We got touring with the Stones, and people were trying to keep up with Keith. He's like a human machine with a constitution of iron, and they all thought they could do the same.

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

I have a lot of growing up to do. But I think, 'Hell, is it too late?'

The last show we played, I was straight as a die. It did feel weird not to be hiding behind alcohol or dope, but being focused was... good.

I will miss a good friend who was so talanted. He was such agreat performer/ guitar player. Sleep well Prince.

Mick has expressed an interest in coming to the gallery tonight because he's seen me behaving myself lately. He is being much more supportive, which is nice.