I Smoked This Joint And Then It

Cigarettes And Coffee, Man, That's A Combination.

I Like Music That's More Offensive. I Like It To Sound Like Nails On A Blackboard, Get Me Wild.

When Punk Began To Be A Genre, People Were Going To Go Out And Try To Mine It. Some Of The Better Groups, Like The Ramones And The Sex Pistols, Were Very Artificial.

I Wasn't So Stupid That I Didn't Realize The Implications Of What They Were Saying. In My Live Work I Was Going For The Quick Thrill, Rather Than Spending Time Concentrating On My Voice. I Figured I'd Get On, Make As Many Quick Movement As Possible, Dance My Ass Off For Five Minutes, Move Into The Insult Portion Of The Evening, And Then, At The End, Create Some Kind Of Chaos Until The 55 Minutes Were Up.

And For So Long, I Had Thought If I Was Going To Write A Song, Or Get "into" Something, I Had To At Least Smoke A Joint Or Something. And That Didn't Work Anymore. Once I Was Fairly Well Cleaned Out, Even A Little Bit Of A Drug Getting Into My Work Threw Me Off Kilter.