They put chains on me; they chained my waist, my legs. Put me in the back of a squad car, and I literally blacked out. I didn't even - there's whole pieces missing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We did some cool wire work in 'The Pact' - they had me strapped to a harness underneath my shirt so they could fling me around the house and slam me into doors. I definitely got some bruises even with all the padding!
I was in chains all the time, 24 hours a day, for three years. I tried to wear those chains with dignity, even if I felt that it was unbearable.
They were without clothes before I got there, and they were without clothes when I left.
It took me a long, long time to break the chains that's inside me.
One time I got dressed in all black, Rambo-style, and took a massive pair of bolt-cutters and nicked a military bike.
Then I got a gig with an older friend who had the equipment and he played in this bar. They would bring me in the bar through the backdoor and I would DJ in the back room most of the night. Then they'd take me out the backdoor, so I was never really in the bar.
They kept me in short pants as long as they could, until they were shaving the hair on my legs because it was beginning to photograph.
I had this maroon 'Lion King' tracksuit that my mum couldn't take off me. I wore it until the sleeves ended at my elbows and the trousers ended at my knees.
They put me in a whole body suit, from my neck to my ankles. It was so bad, I couldn't straighten my legs.
From the ship all things were taken out, so that the clothes which I took with me on my back I only had.