A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE WANTED TO DO A BOOK ON ME OVER THE YEARS. Usually journalist types who wanted some cheap Hollywood biography, where I talk about fighting with an actor on the set, or who had sex with whom, and I would never do that. No one should. But when Kinky said, “Hey, let’s do a book with some weird and funny stories about growing up and you can also bitch about whatever’s on your mind,” I said, “Okay, not such a bad idea.”
If I ramble and curse a lot, it’s because this book wasn’t written, it was recorded, and a lot of it isn’t edited. It’s just as it came out, so there’ll be some of that, so please forgive me.
The other reason I did this book is because I wanted to put my two cents in about how I truly believe our culture is crumbling before our eyes and a lot of people seem to be pretty apathetic about it. I believe that we are in a society that is encouraging, funding, and rewarding laziness, cynicism, mediocrity, and cruelty. And for some reason we’ve become a society that believes that it is judge and jury. Puritanical when convenient for itself, and just the opposite when that is more convenient.
There is a lot of selfishness, hatred, and self-entitlement going around. And we’re being hoodwinked by companies that sell stuff to us because they know our weakness, the need to be accepted and noticed. I believe we need a cultural revolution, and I don’t mean simply “It sucks”; I mean “It’s an emergency!”
And one real problem is that a lot of people from my generation will play devil’s advocate for this horseshit just so they can be part of what’s hip and to hang on to their own popularity by selling shit that, at the end of the day, they don’t even believe in. These people fought for a certain type of freedom back in the day, and now they are selling it down a muddy river. Freedom does not mean creepy, cowardly, social warfare.
More than ever, art has become a product. And where our souls are concerned, it’s really expensive.
Other than that, I guess everything’s okay; how ’bout you?