You Can't Hurt Me, I Found Peace

You Want What You Create To Live, And I Give My All In My Work Because I Want It To Live.

I Wake Up From Dreams And Go, 'wow, Put This Down On Paper.' The Whole Thing Is Strange. You Hear The Words, Everything Is Right There In Front Of Your Face. ... I Am Always Writing A Potpourri Of Music. I Want To Give The World Escapism Through The Wonder Of Great Music And To Reach The Masses. ... And I Remember Going To The Record Studio And There Was A Park Across The Street And I'd See All The Children Playing And I Would Cry Because It Would Make Me Sad That I Would Have To Work Instead.

You Can Bring Out Your Inner Self And Moods Through Dancing. Music Does The Same.

Once At A Record Store In San Francisco, Over A Thousand Kids Showed Up. They Pushed Forward And Broke A Window. A Big Piece Of Glass Fell On Top Of This Girl. And The Girl's Throat Was Slit. She Just Got Slit. And I Remember There Was Blood Everywhere. Oh God, So Much Blood. And She Grabbed Her Throat And Was Bleeding And Everyone Just Ignored Her. Why? Because I Was There And They Wanted To Grab At Me And Get My Autograph. I Wonder Whatever Happened To That Girl.

I Would Just Go In My Room And Just Scream Out Of Anger Because I Didn't Understand How A Person Could Be So Vicious And Mean.