In The Seventies I Was So Scared

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.

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.

Black Sabbath Wasn't Like The Bon Jovis Of The Time. We Were Just A Bunch Of Guys That Were Against The Grain Of Society. And We Sung About Things That People Thought Back Then.

If You Choose To Criticize, You Choose Your Enemies.

When You're Young, You're Stupid. You Do Silly Things.