Davey: I don't think there's such a thing as a happy teenager.
Davey: The people who send us fan mail written in blood say the nicest things, so if doesn't freak us out too much.
Davey: Do what you feel is right for you, no matter what. Believe in yourself, no matter how many people tell you that you're fucked up, do what you have to do. AS LONG as it doesn't infringe on other people's happiness.
Davey: I'm a moron because I don't want to lie in a gutter puking over myself...yeah right.
Davey: ...doesn't it suck that I can't spell?
Davey: We were all gothic before we were born. Especially Hunter.
Interviewer: I don't want to be rude but you guys are a bunch of weirdo freaks. Do the locals abuse you in the street in Ukiah?
Davey: The time I went back before last I got whistled at by some hicks in a truck. I was flattered but I'm not sure they were really interested.
Fan: Davey, how do you respond to the rumours circulating that you are a homosexual? Is there any truth to these?
Davey: How do I respond? [pause] Ecstatically! Fabulously!
Davey: Some nice young lady got me fuzzy socks. How I love the socks in their fuzziness. A thank you for my birthday present to the girl I did not meet.
Interviewer: How did you learn to sing?
Davey: I did? I don't know, I've been singing since I was five years old at family functions. I used to visit my great grandparents at their house in PA, and my relatives would pay me to sing old 1920's songs into a wooden spoon. I was between the age of 3-5 years old.
Davey: Yeah, I can't play a thing at all. I cannot play an instrument. I do a lot of 'nah-nah-nah-doo-doo-doo' kinda stuff *laughs*
Davey: My ideal girl should be smart, drug free, and hot, people say it's not important but it is...she can't hate me either. (WEWT, it's ME! Except for hot...)
Davey: I don't know what the monster is. There is a monster. It happens in the studio, sometimes it happens on stage, and it's in my neck. Sometimes it happens when I'm just talking, like I'd be talking to you and the monster bites me...it hurts. IT'S NOT AN ATTEMPT TO BE WHACK.
Fan: Ha. The monster was funny.
Davey: Hey that's mean, I hope you get a monster.
Fan: Has Davey's monster in his neck surfaced recently? And what's his name?
Davey: He doesn't have a name. He's gone. Forever.
Interviewer: Would you care to elaborate as to what the monster in the neck actually was?
Davey: It's just gone. Yeah it's just gone. It's gone.
Interviewer: I'm getting the distinct impression that you really don't want to talk about the monster in your neck.
Davey: Yeah.
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