“When I first met with agents, they said, “Okay, you’re going to play plumbers and mechanics and bus drivers and farmers. Go.” And I was like, “Man… Fuck you. I can play anything, you son of a bitch!” My response to that was to get this three-quarter headshot—like, knees to head—with this huge foam latex cock about the size of my forearm and fist that I’d made for a play. I got a headshot taken with this thing hanging out of my fly and just looking defiantly at the camera. I sent it to everybody in town. [Laughs.] That was my response to being told I was gonna be playing bus drivers: “Oh yeah? Have you seen my dick?””—
We’ve got to die, we’ve got to live We got to take what we can get We sell ourselves for petty change And when we die, we rearrange It’s time to take it back again. I want you love me like I love you.
There’s nothing left for me to say I spoke my piece I’ll go on my way And fare thee well whereever you go You might need help, but I won’t know 'Cause I'm up here in my own cell It could be heaven, could be hell We’ll never know just who we are 'Cause when we die we become a star And stars can’t talk because they have no mouth to speak about their past They simply shine up in the sky And give their light to you and I