Tell Me Where Do I Belong In

It Took A Lot Of Water To Down Just That F-king Bat's Head, Let Me Tell You. It's Still Stuck In My F-king Throat, After All These Years. People All Over The World Say, 'you're The Guy Who Kills Creatures? You Still Do It? You Do It Every Night?' It Happened F-king Once, For Christ's Sake.

Chocolate Thickens The Saliva, Which Isn't Good News If You've Gotta Recite Shakespeare Or Sing Iron Man. Having Said That, You're Not Supposed To Drink Tea Either But I Still Do Before Gigs. It's Not Very Rock And Roll, But It's Like A Magic Potion To Me.

It Had A Huge Impact On Me, ‘smells Like Teen Spirit’ – And I Was Very Proud When I Found Out That Kurt Cobain Was A Fan Of Mine. I Thought He Was Awesome.

If You Choose To Criticize, You Choose Your Enemies.

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.