From 18 To 22, I Was Alone,

My Mom And My Dad Never Pushed Me Into Performing. They Never Prohibited Me From Trying Anything, Or Being Anything. They Never Restricted Me In Any Way. For Which I'll Be Forever Grateful.

Want Know How I Got These Scars? My Father Was A Drinker And A Fiend. And One Night He Goes Off Crazier Than Usual. Mommy Gets The Kitchen Knife To Defend Herself. He Doesn't Like That. Not One Bit. So, Me Watching, He Takes The Knife To Her, Laughing While He Does It. He Turns To Me, And He Says, 'why So Serious?' He Comes At Me With The Knife. 'why So Serious?!'. He Sticks The Blade In My Mouth. 'let's Put A Smile On That Face!' And Why So Serious?

I'm Still A Kid. I'm Like Six Years Old. But It's Just A Matter Of Wanting To Get Up, It's Just A Big Journey. I Felt Like When I Left Home That I Was On A Journey, And I Still Am.

The First Memory I Have, Anyway, I Guess - I Think It Was My Second Birthday And The Cake Came Out With The Candles And I Was Very Excited And I Was, Like, "oh! A Cake!" And Then My Cousin Blew Out The Candles. I Was So Disappointed. It Just Broke My Heart. And So That's Stamped In My Brain.

There's Nothing Like Working With Your Mates - It's The Way It Should Be, As Far As I'm Concerned.