Execution Halts Your Breath, Helter Skelter Spiral

What Is The World Coming To?

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.

With My Recovery Programme, I Have To Do A Daily Inventory Of How My Day Has Been. I Am Terribly Dyslexic And Have Attention Deficit Disorder, So I Have To Carry A Tape Recorder Everywhere I Go.

I Remember What A Thrill It Was To Go From The Back Streets Of Birmingham To Madison Square Garden In New York...it's Like Playing On Mars. You Can't Buy That.

I Don't Read The Bible. Not Because I Don't Want To, I Just Haven't Got Around To It Yet. One Day Perhaps I'll Pick It Up And Look At It.