I Still Don't Have All The Answers.

The Run I Was On Made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards, All Of Them Look Like Droopy-eyed Armless Children.

I Don't Have A Tuxedo That Fits Anymore Because My Chest And My Biceps Are Too Big.

I've Always Been A Little Skittish About Death. On Certain Days I'm Okay With It. On Other Days It's Like, "really? I Have To? No, Man, Not Me."

It's Not An Act. I Love It. It's Totally Original. People Go, 'what's Going On With This Guy? Why Does He Sound So Weird? What Is Going On In His Brain. I Don't Know. Just One Day I Suddenly Woke Up With A New Brain.

There's A Lot Of Stuff I Want To Do, Just Things That I Want To Explore That Don't Involve Show Business. I'm Going To Become A Television Critic. Can You Imagine? But I Would Even Consider Becoming A Baseball Scout. Traveling Around The Heartland Looking For The Next World-beating Phenom.