I Just Didn't Believe I Was Like

I Have To Tell Them That Last Night Was A Shameful Train Wreck Filled With Blind Cuddly Puppies.

But You Can't Focus On Things That Matter If All You've Been Is Asleep For Forty Years. Funny How Sleep Rhymes With Sheep. You Know.

Shut Your Evil Mucus-hole You Truth Terrorist. You Lose Every Time A Mirror Implodes From Your Barbed And Gristle Image.

You Never Have To Look Over Your Shoulder When You Tell The Truth. You Never Have To Remember The Details, Because They Are What They Are. And You Don't Have To Make Sure Your Story Matches Everyone Else's.

There Was A Reason My First Substantial Role After Rehab Was To Play A Maniac Whose Personal Story Ended Badly. I Knew What It Was Like To Go Those Dark Places. I Played A Guy Who Died As A Result Of His Abuse.