I Sit With The Intention To Write

Anytime I Was In Memphis With My Dad And At The House, I Was Happy. That Was, Like, A Given. It Was What I Lived For. And I Still Feel The Same Excitement And Warmth.

I'm Like A Lion - I Roar. If Someone Betrays Me, I Won't Be A Victim. I Don't Sulk, I Get Angry. I Go Immediately Into Retaliation. But It Always Comes From Insecurity Or Pain.

I Really Went Back Through A Lot Of The Dark Corridors Of My Life In This. I Wanted People To Know Who I Am Based On My Music, Not On What They Read In The Tabloids.

People That Were In My Life For A Long Time Turned Sinister And Tried To Control Me, And All Kinds Of Weird Stuff Happened. But There Was No Conscience Involved; That Threw Me More Than Anything.

I Live With The Things That I Love: Art, Furniture, And Objects That I Have Collected Throughout My Travels.