Nobody Understands Me, I'm Really

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Get Out Of The Western World. I Went Down To Grenada And Looked At A Place, And I Realised That If I Lived In A Grenadian Manner I'd Be Nothing But A Blah. I'm Going To Need Constant Bodyguarding, Guns And Money To Join The Community There. Otherwise You Just Got A Bunch Of Fat, Old White People Dying Together, Overeating, Drinking. Not Very Attractive.

I Was A Pretty Nice Kid. Kind Of Quiet, But Quiet In Terms I Wasn't Going Out And Setting Fire To Anything. I Had A Big Mouth And I Was Creative Type, You Know.

The Key To The Doors Is The Culture Behind The Myth.

At University, I Had Been Obsessed With Reading About The Lives Of Rimbaud And Baudelaire, And I Was Steeped In The Crazy Poets, And I Came To View My Early Subjects Through That Prism.

What Did Christ Really Do? He Hung Out With Hard-drinking Fishermen.