It's True - I Am A Bisexual.

By The Mid-'80s, It Was Really Apparent To Me That I Really Needed To Stop Losing Myself In My Work And In My Addictions. What Happens Is You Just Wake Up One Morning And Feel Absolutely Dead. You Can't Even Drag Your Soul Back Into Your Body. You Feel You Have Negated Everything That Is Wonderful About Life. When You Have Fallen That Far, It Feels Like A Miracle When You Regain Your Love Of Life.

Am I Machiavellian? I Don't Think I'm Quite The Mastermind People Would Have Me Be. Everything I Do Tends To Be Very Successful And It May Have Something To Do With The Fact That I'm Very Good, Not Necessarily That I Manipulate. But That Doesn't Often Occur To People.

I Never Really Had Much Of An Interest In Fashion.

Some Make You Sing And Some Make You Scream. One Makes You Wish That You'd Never Been Seen. But There's A Shop On The Corner That's Selling Papier Mache, Making Bullet-proof Faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay. If You Want It, Boys, Get It Here, Thing.

I Think The First Song I Ever Wrote ... Was Called "can't Help Thinking About Me." That's An Illuminating Little Piece, Isn't It?