If You Choose To Criticize, You Choose

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

I'm Like A Junky Without An Addiction.

The Jesus Freaks Were The Worst. While The ‘suicide Solution’ Case Was Going Through The Courts They Followed Me Around Everywhere. They Would Picket My Shows With Signs That Read, ‘the Anti-christ Is Here’. And They’d Always Be Chanting: ‘put Satan Behind You! Put Jesus In Front Of You!’ One Time, I Made My Own Sign – A Smiley Face With The Words ‘have A Nice Day’ – And Went Out And Joined Them. They Didn’t Even Notice. Then, Just As The Gig Was About To Start, I Put Down The Sign, Said, ‘see Ya, Guys,’ And Went Back To My Dressing Room.

I've Got Many, Many Demons That Affect Me On Many, Many Levels. A Few Years Ago, I Was Convinced Of That - I Thought I Truly Was Possessed By The Devil. I Remember Sitting Through The Exorcist A Dozen Times, Saying To Myself, 'yeah, I Can Relate To That. I Really Wish I Knew Why I've Done Some Of The Things I've Done Over The Years. I Don't Know If I'm A Medium For Some Outside Source. Whatever It Is, Frankly, I Hope It's Not What I Think It Is - Satan.”

I Have A Genuine Love Affair With My Audience. When I'm On Stage They're Not Privileged To See Me. It's A Privilege For Me To See Them.