You're Weak. Be Strong And It's Easy.

In 1971, Bossier City, Louisiana, There Was A Teenage Girl Who Was Pregnant With Her Second Child. She Was A High School Dropout And A Single Mom, But Somehow She Managed To Make A Better Life For Herself And Her Children. She Encouraged Her Kids To Be Creative, To Work Hard And To Do Something Special. That Girl Is My Mother And She's Here Tonight. And I Just Want To Say, I Love You, Mom. Thank You For Teaching Me To Dream.

So Many People Have Tried To Get Happiness And Serenity From Outside Things; It's Pretty Much Common Knowledge That Is A Road To Nowhere. I've Never Heard Anybody Say, 'fame Made Me The Complete Person I Am.' Well, I'm Sure People Have Said It, But Nobody I Respect.

I Don’t Like Doing Interviews. I’m Not Pretending To Be Some Super Neurotic, Hiding In My Closet. I Could Care Less About Anybody Knowing Who I Am, But I Realize This Is Part Of The Game. Maybe If I Really Hated This Whole Public Thing, I Would Go Do Plays In Hoboken.

As We Breathe And Live, Have A Conversation, And You Look In Someone's Eyes, And You See A Sunset Or Have An Argument Or Read A Book Or See A Painting Or Whatever You Do, It Influences You. And As You Live Your Art, It Changes And Grows Just Like You And Your Soul Or Whatever You Want To Call It. For Me, It's Never-ending, I Call It "the Organizer Of Chaos." That's What I Do With This And I Present It In A Way That I Dream. So Basically, I'm Just Sharing My Dreams With All Of You.

High School Is A Dark Place; I Hung Out With ‘freaks.’