This Is The Golden Age Of Grotesque.

The Point Is That Life For Me Is Not Going To Be The Way It Is For Everyone Else. I Have A Fog Machine And Movie Lights In My Bedroom.

My Dad Being A Salesman Taught Me You Can Sell Anybody Anything If You've Got The Ability To Believe.

My First Memories Of Religion Were Being Taken To Episcopal Church. My Father Was Catholic, But My Mother, I Believe, Was Episcopal. So I Sort Of Veered Off Into The Watered-down Version Of Catholicism.

If Every Cigarette You Smoke Takes Seven Minutes Off Of Your Life, Every Game Of Dungeons & Dragons You Play Delays The Loss Of Your Virginity By Seven Hours.

I Think That's All A Form Of Wanting To Let Go, Of Wanting To Get Out... It's Not Something Easily Described Or Understood.