I Want Nothing To Do With Privilege.

You Know My Feelings: Every Day Is A Gift. It's Just, Does It Have To Be Socks?

I Find I Have To Be The Sad Clown: Laughing On The Outside, Crying On The Inside.

I Find It Hard To Relax. I Live In New York.

I Don't Think I Will Do A Mafia Character Again. I Want To Get Away From The Violence A Little Bit, Because It Is Starting To Bother Me Personally.

Standing In Public In Other People's Clothes, Pretending To Be Someone Else. It's A Strange Way For A Grown Man To Make A Living.