The Oscars Are A Really Strange Concept

Want Know How I Got These Scars? My Father Was A Drinker And A Fiend. And One Night He Goes Off Crazier Than Usual. Mommy Gets The Kitchen Knife To Defend Herself. He Doesn't Like That. Not One Bit. So, Me Watching, He Takes The Knife To Her, Laughing While He Does It. He Turns To Me, And He Says, 'why So Serious?' He Comes At Me With The Knife. 'why So Serious?!'. He Sticks The Blade In My Mouth. 'let's Put A Smile On That Face!' And Why So Serious?

I'm Still A Kid. I'm Like Six Years Old. But It's Just A Matter Of Wanting To Get Up, It's Just A Big Journey. I Felt Like When I Left Home That I Was On A Journey, And I Still Am.

My Nervous Energy Is Usually The Easiest Form Of Energy To Tap Into.

I'm Sure Drugs And Alcohol Perhaps Would Inspire New Thoughts, But It's Certainly Not Something That I Use As A Tool Or A Mechanism To Create.

I Like To Do Something I Fear.