If Chasing Cool Is Important To You,

I Don't Blame The Average Seventeen-year-old Punk-rock Kid For Calling Me A Sellout. I Understand That. And Maybe When They Grow Up A Little Bit, They'll Realize There's More Things To Life Than Living Out Your Rock & Roll Identity So Righteously.

I'd Like To Live Off The Band, But If Not, I'll Just Retire To Mexico Or Yugoslavia With A Few Hundred Dollars, Grow Potatoes, And Learn The History Of Rock Through Back Issues Of Creem Magazine.

A Miserable, Self-destructive, Death Rocker...better To Burn Out Than To Fade Away.

When I Was Younger I Knew I Could Do Anything - I Could Be The President If I Wanted To, But That Was A Stupid Idea - I'd Rather Be A Rock Star.

Don't Expect Me To Die For You.