He comes to me with money in his hand. He offered me, I didn't ask him... I wasn't knocking someone's door down, I was running from that. When I got out, I was in that. I was already through that, I had that. I had the studio, I went to the studio. I went to Vox Studios... I had it all, and I looked at it and said, "This is a bigger jail than I just got out of." I don't want to take my time going to work, I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag and ten or fifteen girls. What the hell I wanna go off into... and go to work for? Work for what, money? I got all the money in the world! I'm the king, man. I run the underworld, guy! I decide who does what and where they do it at. What am I, gonna run around and act like I'm some teenybopper somewhere, for someone else's money? I make the money, man, I roll the nickels. The game is mine, I deal the cards.

It wasn't cool, 30 minutes of waste :(

Nah, bro, you're DONE. YOU'RE DONE. GET OUT.

I am just playing!!!

From the moment I realized the weakness of my flesh, I felt disgusted.

Sometimes I dream about cheese