I Didn’t Have A Clue What Love

L.a.'s Not A Good Place To Grow Old.

I Like The Word F-k. F-king Deal With It And Move On To The First F-king Question You Have.

If I Go Out With A Jacket And A Pair Of Trousers That My Wife Doesn't Like, You Can Bet Your Ass It Ain't In My Wardrobe The Following Day. I Say That It Gets Lost In The Sky.

I Was Curious, Given The Swimming Pools Of Booze I’ve Guzzled Over The Years - Not To Mention All Of The Cocaine, Morphine, Sleeping Pills, Cough Syrup, Lsd, Rohypnol… There’s Really No Plausible Medical Reason Why I Should Still Be Alive. Maybe My Dna Could Say Why.

I Couldn't Be A Royal. It's Like Living In A Supersonic Goldfish Bowl.