There Are No Impossible Dreams.

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

Won't You Ride My White Horse?

I Don’t Know Whose Brilliant Idea That Was, But It Wasn’t Mine, That’s For Sure.

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

It's Just Human Nature - Isn't It? - To Be More Attracted To Something That's Taboo. If Someone Tells You Not To Smoke, You Wanna Smoke. If They Say, 'don't Do Drugs,' You Wanna Do Drugs. That's Why I've Always Thought That The Best Way To Stop People Taking Drugs Is To Legalise The Fucking Things. It Would Take People About Five Seconds To Realise That Being An Addict Is A Terribly Unattractive And Pathetic Way To Be, Whereas At The Moment It Still Has That Kind Of Rebel Cool Vibe To It, Y'know?