The thing is, for me, there was always a thing when I would cross one of those lines - and I don’t like to say ‘I’m an artist’ to get a pass - but when you cross a line, if there’s an artist in you, you go ‘Oh! Bitchin’.’ When you cross lines, that’s when special shit goes down. Even if it hurts you, you know that in your own creativity, when you go past something that you knew you were able to do into something you didn’t know about, that’s power.
I’ve come a long way compared to the kind of trouble I was in when I was younger. Compared to that kind of trouble, this kind of trouble sounds like peace to me. But of course, one is still involved in this struggle, and while you’re involved in the struggle, you know that peace is just a momentary thing, but you can’t claim it. I’m a lot more comfortable with myself than I was a while ago. I’m still writing out of the conflicts and I don’t know if they’ll ever resolve.