2/17/85 I'm going to get tattooed tomorrow. I like getting tattoos. They seal off my pores from the world. It's like a coat to put on. You are showing less and less of yourself. Giving less of yourself to them. Less for them, more for you. This is good. Most people don't like tattoos. They say stupid things like, "Won't you regret that in 20 years?" I'd regret a wife and kids more, thanks. Tattoos are permanent. They stay on for life. They make you say something. I am no longer a Caucasian. No. My skin is white, black, green, red, purple, yellow, etc. I am a minority.
--from "Hallucinations of Grandeur"
A Letter I Wrote to Nick Cave but Forgot to Send
Nick, Hi. I don't know when or if this will ever get to you but I just thought I'd write anyhow. I am sitting in a most depressing hovel in some Mexican district of S.A. So far on this "jaunt," 46 shows in 46-47 days. I feel a bit worn out. . . . 34-35 shows still on the schedule. I need a break. We drove all night to get here and I have slept 1-2 hours. I will have to find sleep somewhere. I broke a knuckle on some dude's head in St. Louis, makes writing hard at times. . . .