Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread, and serve you French toast again. Okay, I still get stoned.

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

I feel like I am beginning to be a part of a musical community, but I wouldn't say I'm a country artist because I wouldn't want to invalidate anybody else or to even begin to be so preposterous as to think I can just skate into town and get some fans.

I try to conduct my life with a little levity.

My first record had just broken, and these guys wanted my autograph. I thought, Oh, god, they recognize me. Turns out they thought I was Heidi Fleiss.

It's interesting when I jog, how much the music makes a difference. You can pretty much count on the Foo Fighters to get your heart rate up.

I'm still the king of me.