I Don't Wanna Be A Rock Star.

Well, On That Day I Ceased Cleansing My Body. No More Brushing My Teeth, No More Washing My Hair, No Baths, No Soap, No Water. Thirty Days Of Debris Build. I Stopped Shavin’ And I Was 18, Had A Little Scraggly Beard, Really Looked Like A Hippie…then Two Weeks Before, I Stopped Eating Any Food With Nutritional Value…then A Week Before, I Stopped Going To The Bathroom. I Did It In My Pants. Poop, Piss The Whole Shot. My Pants Got Crusted Up.

I Do Media Every Day I Tour And The Travel Itself Is A Bit Testing, So I Don't Get To Do Much Gregarious Activity When I'm On The Road, But I Do Enough Barbequing And Enough Hanging Out And Training With Enough Law Enforcement And Military To Keep Me Bright-eyed And Bushy-tailed And To Make Sure My Guitar Solos Every Night Breath Fire.

Only Criminals And Bloodsuckers Reward Bad Behavior.

The Spirit Of America Is All About Defiance, And The Best Music Like Mine Is The Freedom Soundtrack.

I'm An Extremist? I Don't Think So. I Think People That Call Me An Extremist Are Extremely Brain Dead And Soulless.