There's No Such Thing As An Ex-junkie.

I've Never Raped Or Killed Anybody, Or Hurt A Kid. I've Done All The More Inept, High-volume Stuff - Like, "whoops, Sorry I Came In Your Hair. Don't Worry, I Won't Use Your Name When I Tell This Story On Stage."

The Truth Is An Anti-war Statement In Itself.

I Would Like To Become A Better Photographer. I'm Working On That.

In Winter, I Plot And Plan. In Spring, I Move.

I Have To Keep Moving I Don't Want To Think I'm Going To Work All Day Today I Don't Want To Stop Don't Want To Let My Brain Catch Up My Thoughts How Will I Be Able To Tell Them That I'm A Shadow A Grey Patch Of Cold Rotting Life