None Of Us Is Perfect. Everyone Has

And I Never Missed One Concert. In 89 Shows, I Think I Did One A Bit Suspect Show. In The Old Days, I'd Pull Gigs Left, Right And Center Because I Was Too F - - Up.

The Jesus Freaks Were The Worst. While The ‘suicide Solution’ Case Was Going Through The Courts They Followed Me Around Everywhere. They Would Picket My Shows With Signs That Read, ‘the Anti-christ Is Here’. And They’d Always Be Chanting: ‘put Satan Behind You! Put Jesus In Front Of You!’ One Time, I Made My Own Sign – A Smiley Face With The Words ‘have A Nice Day’ – And Went Out And Joined Them. They Didn’t Even Notice. Then, Just As The Gig Was About To Start, I Put Down The Sign, Said, ‘see Ya, Guys,’ And Went Back To My Dressing Room.

There Are No Unlockable Doors.

As Long As There Are Kids Who Are Pissed Off And Have No Real Way In Venting Out That Anger, Heavy Metal Will Live On.

I Hyperventilate Opening A Box Of Chocolates. I'm The Most Nervous Guy In The World, A Frightened Little Man On Red Alert From When I Wake Until I Go To Sleep. I Was Born With Fear.