I Don't Even Know How To Define

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.

Michael Jackson And I Talk All The Time. I Think We Understand Each Other In A Way That Most People Can't Understand Either Of Us.

I Do Have A Family, And I Do Have Friends, And So-called Friends, And Acquaintances, And Many Other People I See Only Around Christmas Time. Maybe They Could Vouch For Me. Maybe They Could Testify To My Existence And Save A Part Of Me That Thinks I'm No Better Than A Bag Of Potato Chips.

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

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