People at rehab were stealing my hats and pens and notebooks and asking for autographs. I couldn't concentrate on my problem.

Never take ecstasy, beer, baccardi, weed, pepto bismol, vivarin, tums, tagamet hb, xanax, and valium in the same day. It makes it difficult to sleep at night.

So many cringes in the heroin binges, I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes of my imagination.

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.

My sobriety isn't up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from dawn till dusk. The vice of 'more' is an ongoing theme.