All Along This Path I

You Were At School And You Were Pimply And No One Wanted To Know You. You Get Into A Group And You've Got Thousands Of Chicks There.

Well, I Think Part Of My Gift, Or If I Have One, Is That I Love Listening.

In My Lowest Moments, The Only Reason I Didn't Commit Suicide Was That I Knew I Wouldn't Be Able To Drink Any More If I Was Dead.

My Selective Memory Of What Drinking Was Like Told Me That Standing At The Bar In A Pub, On A Summer's Evening With A Long, Tall Glass Of Lager And Lime Was Heaven, And I Chose Not To Remember The Nights On Which I Had Sat With A Bottle Of Vodka, A Gram Of Coke And A Shotgun, Contemplating Suicide.

I'm An Egomaniac With An Inferiority Complex.