If I was on the air and was just kind of a plain-vanilla personality that took the safe road and the safe way trying to please all of the people all of the time, I'd been gone in two weeks.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Even in my really bad, drugged-out days, I didn't go away. I still toured, still did interviews. I never gave up the fight. That's why I'm who I am today, because I didn't leave. And I think I made the right choice.
Without a sense of humor, I would have been gone a long time ago.
I'd taken three years off to live as a normal person, so this was my first time back into it, and it was kind of shocking, but then it was fun.
Some of the best times in my life happened under the influence of drugs... I'd still be doing it if I could make good judgement calls. I'd still be doing it if I didn't blow up to the size of an aircraft hangar, because it was a great time.
I would spend months and months looking for a sound. I had to do that, or I wouldn't feel the extreme emotions I was feeling in my heart.
I'd get home at 3:30 A.M. from the bar after my shift ended at 1. I'd write jokes, film it, and then sleep. So I did that for two years.
I thought I would go out, and see if the air would make me feel any better.
I'd gone through periods where I didn't work live performances for probably seven or eight months at a time.
For twenty years, not a week went by when I wasn't on a plane.
I could go days, weeks, without talking to another human being.