“I hate when stupid kids people from my school life tell me how much better raving and partying is than going to a rock show. You know what? No. It’s not better. While you’re getting “fucked up” I’m having the time of my life, singing along to songs I’ve fallen in love with and have listened to through hard times. So, I’m real fucking sorry my “shitty little gigs” aren’t “hardcore” enough or trendy enough for you. Just keep in mind, while you’re hungover the next morning and wishing you hadn’t lived last night, I’m wishing I could re-live it again.”