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When The 'godfather Of Punk' Thing Started Floatin' Around, It Was, I Was Really, Really Embarrassed. I Thought I Should Have A Great, Big Rig And A Cape And Everything, And It Was Very Embarrassing. And Then After A While, You Learn That If People Call You Anything, This Is A Great Gift.

I Never Had A Checkbook. It Used To Be Cash In Hand, Stuff In The Pocket, Or A Manager Would Keep Some Accounts And Give Me Money. I Started To Wonder What It Must Feel Like To Actually Make A Profit, Pay Taxes, And To Have A Phone Listing, And A Manager. And Also, I Was Sick Of Sleeping Around Every Night.

Onstage I've Been Hit By A Grapefruit, Beercans, Eggs, Spit, Money, Cigarette Butts, Mandies, Quaaludes, Joints, Bras, Panties, And A Fist.

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

I Thought, "wow, It Sounds Really Stoned Anyway." It Sounded Good To Me. I Found Out That There Was A Lot In There. What All This Comes Down To Is I Was Just Trying To Get In Touch With Myself. And I Met Some Interesting People In New York Who Weren't In Show Business. I Even Got To Know My Dentist.