I'm So Happy Because Today I Found

I'm Thought Of As This Pissy, Complaining, Freaked-out Schizophrenic Who Wants To Kill Himself All The Time.

I'm Not Worried About What's Going To Happen When I'm Thirty, Because I Am Never Going To Make It To Thirty. You Know What Life Is Like After Thirty - I Don't Want That.

I Don't Need To Be Inspired Any Longer, Just Supported.

I Wish I Would Tell Our Audience That We Don't Hate Them Without Sounding Cheesy.

I've Had This Terrible Stomach Problem For Years, And That Has Made Touring Difficult. People Would See Me Sitting In The Corner By Myself Looking Sick And Gloomy. The Reason Is That I Was Trying To Fight Against The Stomach Pain, Trying To Hold My Food Down. People Looked Me And Assumed I Was Some Kind Of Addict.