How I Grew Up
March 1, 2007
I was born in England to a Canadian-born mother and an American-born father (which means I'm "triple-national"). When I was six months old, my family moved to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil, because my father became the president of Pepsi-Cola in all of Brazil...
Steve-O's Meaning Of Life
December 13, 2006
When I returned to Albuquerque, New Mexico after Clown College, and became aware that I was not going to get an offer for a contract to work in the circus, I moved in with my skater buddies and sold pot for a living. It was late in 1997 when I picked up a roommate's book from the living room coffee table...
How To Get Laid When You're Famous
February 4, 2006
Every famous man is familiar with the "I'm Not A Groupie Speech"-- it consists of a female civilian trying to tell a male celebrity that she is not a ho, tramp, or slut. It's almost as if these people actually believe that you would want to wile away hours of your life in their company, without having sex. It's pretty unbelievable, but...
The Wildboyz: Real Jerks!
June 13, 2004
Simon from Kerrang! here. I heard a fight broke out between you and Electric Six at Donington/Download Festival. I was wondering if you'd like to fill us in on the details for a news story...
Steve-O's Nervous Breakdown
October 15, 2003
Hey Everyone! I'm getting attacked by lions tomorrow, that's what I heard anyway. Here's some great shit for you, all the best everyone: For the Dutch magazine called One, I have a few questions for you...
How To Meet Your Favorite Rock Stars
July 2, 2003
I was eleven when I got my first Motley Crue album and it seems like, ever since then, I've had a major fascination with "sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll." When I was twelve, I had my walls covered, strictly with Motley Crue posters and I devoted art projects at school to re-creating Motley Crue logos. I was thirteen when the Crue came to my town (Toronto at the time) on the Girls, Girls, Girls tour...
Swedish Prison
June 4, 2003
At the airport in Norway I decided on swallowing a condom full of pot. I loaded a bunch of marijuana, a chunk of hash, and a big rolling paper into a condom and tied it off. I was an absolute trainwreck at the time too, just wasted as could be. So, this package turned out to be much bigger than I should have probably gone for, I couldn't swallow it on my first two tries but, determined, I managed to get it stuck in my throat on the third try...
Music Questions & Answers
January 20, 2003
The first album I ever owned (even though it was a tape) was Michael Jackson's Thriller. I don't believe that, as humans, we ever really "like" music, I believe that we become familiar with it and find comfort in our associations with it, i.e. the nostalgic feeling that hearing an old personal favorite inspires...
Why I Want To Play With A Dead Human Body
January 2, 2003
I only ever once got a chance to meet and get to know my only male first cousin, the closest thing I have to a brother. His name is Neil and he's even within a year of my own age. My impression of Neil, from that visit and all I've heard about him from family members, is that he is one dangerously intelligent and fucked up individual who plays with dead bodies for a living, parties ferociously and genuinely knows how to have a great time....
A Miracle in a Wheelchair
December 23, 2002
After our show in St. Louis the other night, I got to talking to a quadraplegic in a wheelchair at a strip club. Within one minute I was so blown away by how good this guy's attitude was, I asked to interview him on camera...
Why I Fired The Book Writer
December 15, 2002
Hey guys, this e-mail was to me from the guy who was supposed to be the "ghost writer" for my autobiography. I was appalled by the "matter of fact" way that he made it so clear that he has no interest in writing a good book and is only interested in doing it for the money...
Tongue Magazine Interview
December 12, 2002
Hey guys. This, to me, is fuckin hysterical. My publicist lined up an e-mail Q & A for a column in Gene Simmons' Tongue magazine. What's so amazing is that my answers will actually make it to print in his magazine...
How I Found God
December 10, 2002
Dec. 5, 2002 was the best day of my life. I know that because it was the first day I started crying, uncontrollably, against my will, for the sheer fact of how happy I was. Once that happened, I knew I wasn't going to be bummed out the next time someone asked me, "When was the last time you cried?"...
Stories From Jail
March 19-20, 1996
They call me Steve-O. I'm thinking about switching back to Steve Glover because now I've kind of begun a career and I don't know if I want a nickname when I'm famous. The purpose I intend to serve right now is to kill time, as I sit in jail, by telling some of my story...