I Don't Smoke As Many Joints As

I Like Myself Better When I'm Writing Regularly.

There's A Lot Of Money In Selling Marijuana. If You Can Do It Legally, That's Good. Why Should All The Criminals Make The Money? This Is What People Are Thinking. If It's Happening, If It's Going To Be Legal, Let's Tax It And Regulate It, Like We Do With Everything Else And Make Some Money Off This. I Think That's One Reason Why People Are Talking This A Little More Seriously.

My First Job Was In A Bohemian Polka Band, The Rejcek Family Polka Band In Abbott. The Old Man In The Band Had Another Blacksmith Shop In Abbott, But He Liked Me. All He Had Was Horns And Drums, And I Was Set Up Over There With My Little Guitar With No Amps Or Nothing. I Would Play As Loud As I Wanted To, And Nobody Could Hear Me.

My Sister Played The Piano. She’s Two Years Older Than Me, And I Always Wanted To Play Something. So My Grandmother Got The Guitar For Me, And Showed Me A Couple Of Chords To Start Off. And Then I Got Me A Book. Next Thing You Know, I Was Playing Along With Sister.

Oh, I Think It's Definitely Spiritual. All Music Is. I Think It's Maybe One Of The Highest Forms Of Spirituality.