"I'd started out being the darling of [Warner's then-chairman] Tom Whalley, but by the end, no one was returning my phone calls. I downward-spiraled, got really into meth and just became a mess. I got so frustrated, I drove to the label CEO's house in the middle of the night, took a CD of my best songs and stabbed it onto a tree right in front of his door with a dagger that I got from a smoke shop on Hollywood Boulevard. I then wrote 'Platinum Baby!' in lipstick on his car. When he walked out the next day, it was the first thing he saw. It was also his kids' first day of school. Everyone was screaming and crying, thinking that a maniac came in the middle of the night-which wasn't wrong. Needless to say, I got dropped."
