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

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

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

I was more ashamed that I couldn't work the washing machine than the fact that I was taking drugs.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

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.