[on quitting drinking] The whole last year before I got sober, I really became a nasty, mean-spirited guy. I think I felt so bad about myself that I took it out on everybody else. I put together this mass e-mail list with the most influential people in my life, and I would blast everyone all these ridiculous e-mails, thinking that it was all, like, really cool at the time...Like, I would describe hallucinations I was having. Or I would talk about jacking off. And I was copying my own family on all this crazy bullshit. And I would just attack people for the benefit of this list of 100 different people. It was all really embarrassing, man. I thought some really inappropriate shit was okay. And that's the scariest thing, to think that if I pick up a drink or a drug, I'll go back to that place...I would love to be able to smoke pot. But the problem is if I do that, my weed bone's connected to my booze bone. And my booze bone's connected to my coke bone. And then it's all this crazy shit. I used to try to quit piecemeal and ultimately I always wound up going back to everything. So the only thing I'm sure of is that if I do choose to drink or get high again, it's all bad -- Not even downhill. You pick up where you left off. And where I left off was a really bad place, man.
