Why In The Hell Do Journalists Insist

I Don't Blame The Average Seventeen-year-old Punk-rock Kid For Calling Me A Sellout. I Understand That. And Maybe When They Grow Up A Little Bit, They'll Realize There's More Things To Life Than Living Out Your Rock & Roll Identity So Righteously.

No Matter What You Do Or Say, There's Nothing That You Can Do To Make People Understand You.

Hope I Die Before I Turn Into Pete Townshend. It Would Look Ridiculous To Do What We're Doing Now When I'm 40. That's Why I Want To Destroy My Career Before It's Too Late.

Thank You All From The Pit Of My Burning, Nauseous Stomach For Your Letters And Concern During The Past Years.

I Don't Need To Be Inspired Any Longer, Just Supported.