I Think That All The Years Of

I Spent Most Of The Eighties, Most Of My Life, Riding Around In Somebody Else's Car, In Possession Of, Or Ingested Of, Something Illegal, On My Way From Something Illegal To Something Illegal With Many Illegal Things Happening All Around Me

I Stayed In L.a. Long Enough To Get On My Feet, And Then I Moved Back To New York. The Reason I Moved Here Was That I Don't Feel Warm Outside Of A City; It's Too Barren In The Suburbs, And L.a. Is A Suburb. Here, It Felt Active.

I Like Music That's More Offensive. I Like It To Sound Like Nails On A Blackboard, Get Me Wild.

When The 'godfather Of Punk' Thing Started Floatin' Around, It Was, I Was Really, Really Embarrassed. I Thought I Should Have A Great, Big Rig And A Cape And Everything, And It Was Very Embarrassing. And Then After A While, You Learn That If People Call You Anything, This Is A Great Gift.

Miami's Not Anybody's Poor Cousin. It's An Aspiration To Live In This Town, Not Something You Have To Do To Promote Yourself Like Some Of The Larger Cities.