My Focus Is To Forget The Pain

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.

My Social Life Goes In Bursts, Where I Get Like, "oh, I Gotta Get Out And Do Something, Man, I Gotta Do Something." And I'll Plan A Trip And Go On A Motorcycle Trip Down The Baja Peninsula For 900 Miles And I'll Hang Out With My Friends For Like A Month, And Then They'll Never See Me For Two Months Or Three Months Or Whatever, And I Won't Answer Any Calls.

Just Because I Rock Doesn't Mean I Am Made Of Stone.

Well This Is Just A Fist. But When I Start Throwing It Around I Can Leave One Hell Of A Mess.

Humor Is Not Debatable. It's Like Sex. Either You're Aroused Or You're Not. Nobody Can Reason You Around To Their Point Of View.