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I Was Who I Was In High School In Accordance With The Rules Of Conduct For A Normal Person, Like Obeying Your Mom And Dad. Then I Got Out Of High School And Moved Out Of The House, And I Just Started, For Lack Of A Better Term, Running Free.

Stages Are Getting Higher And Higher, And I'm Getting Older And Older.

And For So Long, I Had Thought If I Was Going To Write A Song, Or Get "into" Something, I Had To At Least Smoke A Joint Or Something. And That Didn't Work Anymore. Once I Was Fairly Well Cleaned Out, Even A Little Bit Of A Drug Getting Into My Work Threw Me Off Kilter.

The People Who Were Learning From Me Tended To Be More Commercial Performers Who Were Gonna Rip Off The Salient Idea To Do It In A Way That Will Sell, But They Weren't Going For The Music.

How Am I Going To Listen To That Horrible Noise I Make Without A Gram Of Coke And A Couple Of Double Jack Daniels?