I Don't Even Get An Allowance.

I've Led A Very Isolated Existence Since I Was 6 Years Old. It's Kind Of Been Me And My Mind.

I Am A Collection Of Thoughts And Memories And Likes And Dislikes. I Am The Things That Have Happened To Me And The Sum Of Everything I've Ever Done. I Am The Clothes I Wear On My Back. I Am Every Place And Every Person And Every Object I Have Ever Come Across. I Am A Bag Of Bones Stuck To A Very Large Rock Spinning A Thousand Miles An Hour.

My Father Was Overbearing. Very Controlling. He Was Always The Way He Is, Even Before My Success. He Was Not Always A Good Person. He'd Play Mind Games To Make Sure I Knew My Place. I Don't See Him, Which Is Unfortunate. But I Don't Have Any Desire To See Him. I Vaguely Know Where He Is, And I Don't Want To Know.

I'm Doing Naughty Things, I'm Drinking Too Much, I'm Going To Clubs. It Really Didn't Matter To Me, Other Than The Fact That Some Parents Wouldn't Let Their Kids Hang Out With Me.

All The Child-star Clichés. I've Tried Very Hard To Avoid Them All.