It's Hard For Me To Be Happy

Were It Not For Scientology, I Would Either Be Completely Insane Or Dead By Now.

I Dropped Out Of School In The 11th Grade Because There Was No Purpose In It For Me. I'm Not Proud Of This, And I'm Not Trying To Promote It.

A Couple Of Months Ago I Hauled My White Ass On Stage Alongside Chaka Khan And Stevie Wonder For Divas Las Vegas, Singing In Front Of A Celebrity Audience. If I Can Hold My Own There, I Can Hold My Own At Top Of The Pops, Trust Me.

When I First Started Performing, Some People Were There Just Out Of Curiosity. I Think That Happens Less Often Then You'd Think, But When It Is Happening It's Very Obvious And I Can Tell What's Going On. I Had Some Of That In The Beginning, But I Think That Ultimately I Got A Pretty Strong Fan Base Based On Just My Personality Alone, And My Honesty, My Music. So It Wasn't Based On Anything Else, And I Did Notice If Someone Else Came Looking For Something Else, They'd Probably Leave, Or Complain It Was Too Loud Or Something.

How Many People Have A Family Grave In The Backyard? I'm Sure I'll End Up There, Or I'll Shrink My Head And Put It In A Glass Box In The Living Room. I'll Get More Tourists To Graceland That Way.