Once you've seen a solution to the disease that's tearing you apart, relapsing is never fun.

You know I love pot, and I love beer, but I am totally sober, just because it completely stopped working for me.

I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

When people go to rehab and come out, they go through a difficult period, a lot of people. I never had that. I was so glad to be rid of all that crap that for me, to learn again and to function as a human being and learn how to participate in the human race again was just pure joy.

An aching head and trembling limbs, which are the inevitable effects of drinking, disincline the hands from work.

Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.