It Was My Delusion And Naivety That

In The Deepest Hour Of The Night I Confess To Myself Three Things; I Would Die If I Was Forbidden To Write, Forbidden To Love, Or Forbidden To Fashion....love Each Other, And Celebrate The Art And Lifestyle Of Music.

I Was Called Really Horrible, Profane Names Very Loudly In Front Of Huge Crowds Of People, And My Schoolwork Suffered At One Point.

I Decided To Pursue Music, So I Dropped Out Of School And I Told My Parents I Didn't Want Any Money From Them. I Got Three Jobs And I Just Hit The Ground Running.

There Is Nothing Holy About Hatred.

I'm A Wandering Gypsy.