I have no detectable hair style.
I have no stories to sell. A lot of my relationships are with civilians, and no one wants to hear about those.
I want to get back to my fighting weight of 98 pounds. I have the exact measurements of that guy from the movie, Powder. Right now, I am the reigning West Coast Powder.
I'm like a Dilbert cartoon.
In grade school I was smart, but I didn't have any friends. In high school, I quit being smart and started having friends.
It's funny because it's funny.
It's just a campy blast. I just want to do as little as I can and make it good, and try not to sell out. I'm sure I will, but I'm just trying to postpone it.
Success? You can't get a big head about it. When people stare at me, they could be whispering to their friend, 'That guy sucks! Have you seen him before? He's horrible.'
When I started I'd fly across the country to do a gig for a hundred bucks.
You can either look at things in a brutal, truthful way that's depressing, or you can screw around and have fun.