One Halloween I and some friends got drunk as s**t before a gig. On the way to the gig the driver wrecked his car, giving me a hellion gash above the eye. We ran in an alcohol-fueled panic all the way from the accident site to the party place. I walked into the party wearing a real pumpkin on my head, then took it off and shocked everybody with all the real blood. Then in a drunken stupor I began trying to set up my keyboard rig. I looked so retarded that the drummer began laughing and making fun of me. The band played three songs very badly before the police arrived. So the music stopped and I went outside and threw up in the street. Happy Halloween!

I'm so glad that I don't do stupid s**t like I used to do when I was young, or at least I try not to.