He said: "We were young! And we wanted to make a noise; a noise that would be heard far away from here. We were sick of the lives our parents lived. We were sick of the phoniness of it all, the pointless way their days slipped past them; a walking death. We took drugs that opened up parts of our being that we couldn't know was alive and waiting for us. For some of us, this was a dead end; for others, it was a temporary road out of HERE. We wanted to be heard. We wanted to be declared a kind of toxic waste. We wanted to make a mark. We wanted to die dancing into the dark!

Stumble It!