Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.
If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, then I'd hide somewhere far away.
The ' pleasure' of being drunk is obviously the pleasure of escaping from the responsibility of Consciousness.
It's been a pattern in my life - when I get in trouble, I try to get out of it, since I was little.
Anyone who grows up with parents who are very influential, there are cases where people run away from that if they have parents who are really lame.
If I think I'm going to get into trouble I always say that I'm sick.
I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.
I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school, or steal my Daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool.
I went back to the stage because it was my way of dealing with the success I had, my way of coping. It was a way of escaping the responsibilty of what was happening.
My favorite method of procrastination is to do something else that needs doing, but not quite so imminently. Sleeping is also good, as is drinking until you really can't do anything very well anymore.
