I've Got Volumes On How Not To

There Was This One Time In Vegas When I Took Four Victoria's Secret Models And Did One Gram Off Each Of Their Bodies Within, Like, 45 Minutes. I Declared Myself King Of Vegas And Decided To Remodel My Hotel Room With My Bare Hands To Resemble King Louis Xiv's Bedroom At Versailles. Knocked Down Two Entire Walls, And Later Had Four Knuckle Surgeries. Still Wasn't As High As Rob Ford.

I Just Don't Want To Live Like I Used To. And At Some Point, I'm Going To Put A Gag Order On Myself In Terms Of Talking About The Past. I've Got To Slam The Door And Deal With The Present And The Future.

You Should Have Read The Directions Before You Showed Up To The Party.

I Blinked And I Cured My Brain.

I Don't Sleep. I Wait. I Sleep In Cars And On Couches. I Sleep When I Can, But When I Can't Sleep, I Just Don't, So I Figure There's A Higher Calling Keeping Me On Point That Night.