I had a job in a garment factory unloading sixty-pound steel rods. I didn't know what they were going to do with them, but every day I'd go up and there'd be a new semi full of these rods. I've been fired from a few jobs, too. At one, they said they didn't like the way I dressed. Not that I was dressing outrageously or anything. They just didn't like my style. I didn't really understand, because I was just wearing jeans and a shirt from Sears. You couldn't get more bland. I was a stock boy. I don't know. They had, like, high expectations for stock positions. But I couldn't really afford the latest fashions with what they paid me.
Rolling Stone magazine, 1996