No One Wants To Go Out Mid-sentence.

Pretty Much Any Drug You Can Name, I've Done It.

I've Been Lucky Enough To Work With A Make-up Artist, Joel Harlow, Who You Can Throw Anything At. I Said, "joel, I Need To Go To The London Eye With My Children And I Want To Look Like A Roadie From Lynyrd Skynyrd."

I'm Shy, Paranoid, Whatever Word You Want To Use. I Hate Fame. I've Done Everything I Can To Avoid It.

People Get Famous Now For I-don't-know-what. People Have Reality Shows Because They're A Hollywood Socialite, And These Things Become Very Successful And They Generate A Shitload Of Money For The Company. And It's Multiplying, To Where You're Literally Looking Into Your Next Door Neighbor's Bathroom With Reckless Abandon. It Is Like Watching A Fire. You Can't Take Your Eyes Off Of It.

And Because Technology Is Moving So Rapidly, Things Become Obsolete Very, Very Quickly. In 15 Years Time, Will Caster Is Probably Going To Be In Some Weird Room In Vegas Where People Are Plugging Quarters Into Him. Who Has A Mini-disc Of A Laser Disc Player? It's Over!