If You Give Up On Your Dreams,

I Cannot Be Contained Because I Am The Container.

Come Back Here So That I May Brain Thee!

Some Nights It Was A Melee, Literally, Where I'd Be Standing Trying To Defend Myself For What I Was Doing. People Would Be Screaming At Me To Do My Old Act, And Getting Actually Violent And Angry At Me.

I Used To Draw A Lot. If My Mother Would Ask Me To Do Something Else, I'd Have A Hairy Conniption. I'd Just Go Crazy.

I Have Spiritual Beliefs That I Could Literally Go Out And Make An Entire Comedy Routine About, And Tour As Some Sort Of Spiritual Guru, But It Kind Of Goes Against That [as] I Actually Believe The Things, So I'm Always Kind Of Caught In The Middle.