It’s Sad, Y’know, What Money Does To

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.

If You Can Laugh At Your Mistakes, It's A Good Thing.

Mind You, It’s All Bullshit With Wine, Isn’t It? It’s Just F**king Vinegar With A Fizz, No Matter What The Tasters Say.

L.a.'s Not A Good Place To Grow Old.

I Tried Heroin Once And I Didn't Like It. It Frightened Me.