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Being In Birmingham, I Thought I Was Going To Be A Gangster Or A Bag-runner Or A Thief. I Heard Music And I Was Determined To Get Out Of There.

I'm Dyslexic, I Have Attention-deficit Disorder, And I've Got Something Like A Hereditary Tremor.

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.

I'd Rather Look Good In My Coffin Than Bad In My Coffin.

As I'm Getting Older A Lot Of My Friends I Used To Go Out And Party With, They're All Dead. The Fact That I've Been Through That, I'm Not Proud Of The Fact That I've Been Through All That, But It's Part Of My Journey. I'm Lucky To Be Alive. I'm Lucky To Be Playing Music.