There Are No Invisible Seams.

I Hated School. Hated It.

The Birth Of A Doubt That Was Once Your Belief Is Drowning In The Tears That You Cry.

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

I Remember What A Thrill It Was To Go From The Back Streets Of Birmingham To Madison Square Garden In New York...it's Like Playing On Mars. You Can't Buy That.

I Never Received Any Encouragement. My Father Would Work Nights And My Mother Would Work During The Day. We Were Expected To Get A Job With A Trade.