There Are No Unlockable Doors.

I Met Bush But We Didn't Talk At All. To Tell You The Truth, I Was Too Pissed.

Of All The Things I've Lost I Miss My Mind The Most.

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.

Just Another Lonely Broken Hero Picking Up The Pieces Of My Mind. Running Out Of Faith And Hope And Reason, I'm Running Out Of Time.

It Was Such An Amazing Time For Music In The Sixties. When Popular Music Hit Me, It Was Like Magic Was In The Air.