To Me, I'm For A Band Whose

You Can Only Exist As Far As Your Mind Will Allow You To Exist, And I Think Chronic Pain Will Stop Time Dead In Its Tracks. You Feel Like You're The Only One, And How Unfair It Is, And A Million Different Feel-sorry-for-yourself Type Feelings.

I May Be Loaded. I May Be Drunk. But I Ain't Stupid.

Communication Between Band-mates Is Imperative. Communication Is The Key To Any Healthy Relationship. If I Need To Be Checked, I Expect To Hear It Put In Plain Words What My Faults Are, And Give My Band-mates The Ultimate Consideration By Shutting Up And Listening, Then Acting On The Advice Given. Same Goes For Anyone Else In Any Band.

I'm Glowing In The Dark With My Studio Tan. I've Been In A Cave Of Music For Months And Months And Months.

We, Pantera, Had The Greatest, The Most Intense, Dedicated Fans I've Ever Seen In My ******* Life. And I Really Hope With All My Heart That One Day, People - Especially Our Fans And My Friends - Can See Clearly Enough To Think For Themselves And Really Realize That I Have Nothing But Love For Them. I've Just Been Going Through Personal Hell Since December. Once Again, It's Very Hard To Talk About, Man. You Know, My Heart Is In A Thousand Pieces A Day.