Our national drug is alcohol. We tend to regard the use of any other drug with special horror.

That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.

First there was a young guy sitting in front of television in a T-shirt drinking beer with his mother, then there was an older fatter person sitting in front of television in a T-shirt drinking beer with his mother.

The beautiful disease and The government falls along the weed rooms flesh along the weed government.

What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and sh*ts quantity.

Time is what death needs to grow people in.

I began to get a feeling familiar to me from my bartending days of being the only sane man in a nuthouse. It doesn't make you feel superior but depressed and scared, because there is nobody you can contact.