Did I smoke a joint after the show? Yeah. Did I smoke a couple cigarettes? Yeah. But when I woke up the next morning with a tight chest, I knew I was going to stop sabotaging myself. I made a list of positive ways I could celebrate my next achievement, because I knew there would be many more, and I wanted to feel every single hug my son or my bandmates or my friends gave me. And I wanted to keep flying to impossible places every time I sang.
