It's All Part Of My Journey -

I Grew Up Having To Piss In A Bucket ’cos There Was No Indoor Shitter, And Now I Have These Computerised Japanese Super-loo Things That Have Heated Seats And Wash And Blow-dry Your Arse At The Touch Of A Button. Give It A Couple Of Years And I’ll Have A Bog With A Robot Arm That Pulls Out My Turds, So I Don’t Have To Strain.

I've Got Many, Many Demons That Affect Me On Many, Many Levels. A Few Years Ago, I Was Convinced Of That - I Thought I Truly Was Possessed By The Devil. I Remember Sitting Through The Exorcist A Dozen Times, Saying To Myself, 'yeah, I Can Relate To That. I Really Wish I Knew Why I've Done Some Of The Things I've Done Over The Years. I Don't Know If I'm A Medium For Some Outside Source. Whatever It Is, Frankly, I Hope It's Not What I Think It Is - Satan.”

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

There Are No Uncriminal Crimes.

Killing A Pig For A Good Old Fry-up Is One Thing. But There's No Excuse For Being Cruel, Even If You're A Bored Teenage Kid.