I Stare At Myself In The Mirror

I Thought, "wow, It Sounds Really Stoned Anyway." It Sounded Good To Me. I Found Out That There Was A Lot In There. What All This Comes Down To Is I Was Just Trying To Get In Touch With Myself. And I Met Some Interesting People In New York Who Weren't In Show Business. I Even Got To Know My Dentist.

Stages Are Getting Higher And Higher, And I'm Getting Older And Older.

I Never Say Never About Anything.

I'm A Little Bit Damaged In About 15 Different Ways, And It's Been Nice That No Particular Damaged Area Has Become A Major Issue. I'm A More Than Moderately Healthy 65-year-old Male Who Has Gotten Away With A Lot Of Stuff.

And For So Long, I Had Thought If I Was Going To Write A Song, Or Get "into" Something, I Had To At Least Smoke A Joint Or Something. And That Didn't Work Anymore. Once I Was Fairly Well Cleaned Out, Even A Little Bit Of A Drug Getting Into My Work Threw Me Off Kilter.