I've Gotten To The Point

I Look To An Out Gay Man Or Woman As Pretty Much What I Would Aspire To. The Strength That It Takes To Do That And The Floodgates That Open And What They Pay For It.

I've Gotten To The Point Where I Realize That I Need To Tell My Truth In Music And Not Walk Around Blabbing My Mind.

I Could Probably Live In Bali The Rest Of My Life And Completely Live In The Sticks And Have A F - King Moped And Make A Record Every Couple Of Years And Not Step In Public And Break Even Like I Do Anyway. That's Really Tempting.

The Clock Never Stops, Never Stops, Never Waits. We're Growing Old. It's Getting Late.

The Press Is Like Any Business. Its A Group Of Really Intelligent Individuals That Ends Up Being One Slathering, One-eyed, Drooling Monster.