“Being homeless is not an easy thing.”

“My father was a definition of a troubled genius. He was a war hero, he was a cum laude graduate of Brown. But the experiences that he went through in WWII and the Cold War absolutely drove him nuts. He became insane, a heavy drinker. I was his oldest son, so I was the one who got all of the abuse. The last words he said to me on his deathbed were, ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry I treated you like that.’”

“Too many times when I’ve had to go to the emergency room for my back pain I was treated with thinly-veiled contempt. With cold indifference.”

“I don’t wanna ever get hurt again. I’ve been hurt. It’s taken me two and a half years to walk again. Even to hold a spoon. So, you gotta keep on going, and you gotta try hard for yourself in your heart. You gotta have it in your heart.”

“I’m passionate about music. I don’t have the muse. You have to have the muse to be able to play an instrument. I don’t have that, but I love music. I was a radio DJ for almost seven years. I love mixin’ a groove.”