A Rock Star Never Gets Old!

I Don't Even Bother Trying To Picture A Perfect World, Because I Don't Think That Perfection Is Something To Strive For. I Prefer Imperfection. That's What Makes Things Special. You Know, Things That Change

A Certain Amount Of Volatility And Drama Can Me Healthy And Keep Things Fun And Interesting If You're Willing At Any Moment During A Fight To Say, 'this Means Nothing. I Love You, Let's Forget About It.

Desecration Is The Smile On My Face.

The Good News Is That By The Second Year, Those Cravings Were About As Half As Frequent, And By The Third Year, Half As Much Again. I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Crooked, I Can't Complain. After All Those Years Of All Kinds Of Abuse And Crashing Into Trees At Eighty Miles An Hour And Jumping Off Buildings And Living Through Overdoses And Liver Disease, I Feel Better Now Than I Did Ten Years Ago. I Might Have Some Scar Tissue, But That's Alright, I'm Still Making Progress.

Nothing Was Working, And My Friend Was Dead, And I Didn't Want To Look At That.