I Always Wanted To Be The Outlaw.

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.

On My First Day In Jail, A Three Hundred Pound Man Named Porterhouse Hit Me In The Back Of The Head With A Metal Tray. I Was Standing In Line For Lunch And I Didn't See It Coming. I Went Down. When I Got Up, I Turned Around And Started Throwing Punches." (james Frey, Pg.1)

I Love The Process Of Being Alone In A Room.

I Think, Living In America, We're So Bombarded With God All The Time That In Certain Ways I'm Making Statements Against That Bombardment, You Know? I Think It's Crazy. I Mean, I Don't Believe In God. I Don't Believe In Anything. But I Still Think About It. And I Still Write About It.

Take The Risk And Do Whatever You Can Do And Try Not To Get Caught. If You Do Get Caught, Do It Again.