I Like To Hide Behind The Characters

I Dropped My Pants In A Tattoo Parlor In Amsterdam. I Woke Up In A Waterbed With This Funky-looking Dragon With A Blue Tongue On My Hip. I Realized I Made A Mistake, So A Few Months Later I Got A Cross To Cover It. When My Pants Hang Low, It Looks Like I'm Wearing A Dagger!

My Earliest Memories Are Of My Brother, Pointing The Home Video Camera At Me And Saying, "c'mon, Ange, Give Us A Show!" Neither Of My Parents Ever Said, "be Quiet! Stop Talking!" I Remember My Father Looking Me In The Eye And Asking, "what Are You Thinking? What Are You Feeling?" That's What I Do In My Job Now - I Say. "ok, How Do I Feel About This?" And I Immediately Know, Because That's How I Grew Up.

I Think I Connect To People Who Could Be Written Off As Wild Or Dark, Or Who Are Just Full Of Fire And Looking For A Place To Put That Fire. It's An Important Lesson To Learn, And It's Something I Did Learn: You Live On Behalf Of Others And You're Happier And You Have Purpose. And You Have A Great Excuse To Have All That Fire.

Love One Person, Take Care Of Them Until You Die. You Know, Raise Kids. Have A Good Life. Be A Good Friend. And Try To Be Completely Who You Are. And Figure Out What You Personally Love. And Like Go After It With Everything You've Got No Matter How Much It Takes.

Most Nights, Someone Ends Up In Our Bed. The Kids Do Knock Before Entering. We've At Least Got That Part Down Because Mommy And Daddy Need Some Space.