Music was what bothered me, what interested me.
Eve kissed Able, that’s how he got murdered by Cain.
I’ve become completely well adjusted to being a cult figure.
Any human being should have a tolerance for anybody.
They tied his arms behind his back to teach him how to swim, they put blood in his coffee and milk in his gin.
I tried to give up drugs by drinking.
I always believed that I have something important to say and I said it.
I like mindless disco… they say the lyrics are stupid and repetitious. So what’s wrong with that? So is lying in the sun. Not everything has to be serious.
Valium would have helped that bash.
I’d harbored hopes that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock. I was, perhaps, wrong.
I’m writing about real things. Real people. Real characters. You have to believe what I write about is true or you wouldn’t pay any attention at all.
I’ve gone out with my shotgun. This is hunting country out there. You better run.