Sitting in this dark smokey motel room I did a lot of pondering, I did a lot of writing, I did all the drugs I could before I got clean. I saw heaven and I saw hell. That night after the show people were waiting, they told me to fake my own suicide or die. Why did I fake it? I was on the verge of my own private suicide. I needed to go away for awhile. I needed to be forgoten. So I packed my shit and moved to hollywood to a shitty motel and locked myself in a dark room to kill myself slowly. Wasting away friends and family would try to send me to rehab to get clean but i wouldn't go. The last straw was the overdose where I saw God. I looked like shit. I felt like shit. I was shit. I was locked away it seemed like forever. In that time I was doped up and Fucked all around while writing music. I decided to end it all with the last shot of heroin. My heart stopped and I saw that I was being selfish. I woke up to nothing on the blood tainted bathroom floor needed to get clean. I have been clean for a couple months and I feel good. I am going to release those Drug filled albums.

I won't be going on tour just yet. I don't think I'm ready. But for now I will be releasing 2 songs per week until the 2nd album comes out.

Johnny Guitar Is Back.

I faked my overdose to go to rehab.