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That's like every journalist's dream. "All right, I'll become a rock star."
I was 30 years old, I had nothing to lose. It was like rock & roll called me. I woke up and I had this amazing moustache overnight, a pair of leather gloves, a cape and black leather boots. And I don't even really, honey, know where they came from.
People do sleep-walking and sleep-driving. Maybe you did sleep-shopping.
The gods of rock bestowed it to me. The cape was made by the gods of rock themselves, I'm pretty sure.
What is the care of your moustache? It seems the focal point of your look.
It's my Samson hair, baby. I don't really know if you can characterize it as a moustache. I think technically it is a soft boomerang of love. I don't wear one; I own it. Like Tom Selleck, Sam Elliott, baby.
That's quite a moustache to aspire to.
It's like, "Dude, I'm a man, check it out." That's what it's about, baby. [Laughs] What did you think when you saw it in St. Louis?
I was kind of like, honestly, you look like an extra actor fromCHiPs.
Totally. I like to think of myself as an up-and-coming star in the adult industry.
This really ain't no Bible study, we didn't come here to save whales, this is rock & roll. We came here to have a good time and hang out with ladies.