On my fourth or fifth birthday, a guitar was given to me, and I made a new friend. A very loud friend.

I like to write from a slightly sad or complicated place. But with a sense of hope and happiness at the same time.

In 2009, I fractured my skull in a freak accident at an L.A. restaurant. I suffered a seizure and was rushed into hospital. I was so out of it that I refused to let them scan my brain. My dad rushed to my bedside and talked me into having the CAT scan - he told me that I might die if I didn't go through with it.