I Got Tiger Blood Man. Dying's For

Shut Your Evil Mucus-hole You Truth Terrorist. You Lose Every Time A Mirror Implodes From Your Barbed And Gristle Image.

Sure, I Did A Lot Of Things In Excess. But If You Look At The Core, The Foundation Of What I Pursued, What Red-blooded Young American Male In My Position Wouldn't?

You Can't Criticize Bob Dylan's Singing. You Have To Respect Billy Joel As A Brilliant Poet. You Can't Tell Me There's A Better Rock Band Ever Than Led Zeppelin. And If You Speak During The Eagles' "last Resort," We're Done. I'm Just Asking For Seven Minutes. This Stuff Really Matters, You Know.

You Have The Right To Kill Me, But You Don't Have The Right To Judge Me. That's Life. There's Nobility In That. There's Focus. It's Genuine. It's Crystal And It's Pure And It's Available To Everybody, So Just Shut Your Traps And Put Down Your Mcdonalds, Your Vaccines, Your Us Weekly, Your Tmz And The Rest Of It.

Dad Almost Died Of A Heart Attack In The Middle Of Making Apocalypse Now, The Biggest Movie Of His Life. It Doesn't Make You Want To Jump Into That Business.