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.

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

I realized, 'Yo, I can't do anything in moderation. I don't know how.

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

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.