Kind of easy for me, because it's so scary, gross, dirty, and no one fucks with it-you don't go for a pizza and someone puts heroin in front of you.

My identity shifted when I got into recovery. That's who I am now, and it actually gives me greater pleasure to have that identity than to be a musician or anything else, because it keeps me in a manageable size. When I'm down on the ground with my disease-which I'm happy to have-it gets me in tune. It gives me a spiritual anchor. Don't ask me to explain.

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.

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