I'm an ass-kicking fat kid.

Mom! It's the cops! I'm gonna get nicked, I'm gonna get nicked!

I've been up the coast of St-Barts, playing with spidermonkies, tripping on acid. Changed my whole perspective on shit.

Kelly, there are people in Somalia who would die for a banana.

I'm trying to get to bed, and you guys are singing "The Whole World's in my fucking hand." I'd rather you shut the fuck up!

As long as I know my head's in the right place, my feet are on the ground, I think I’ll be fine.

Back then it was a very realistic thing for me. My own thing was, you know, wake up at 5 in the afternoon, it's dark out, hang out, maybe take a shower, then start drinking, start smoking pot, go out with friends, get wasted.

But you know, my mom having to go to the hospital seven times... like passed out because of pain... I wouldn't come home and sit with my family and be with my dad - I'd call someone up and... I'd go and get obliterated drunk and I'd go, like, on two-week benders.

Dad was just an emotional wreck. He was drinking a lot of the time; he was smoking a lot of pot. And because he takes certain medications, the drinking were making him... you know, he wasn't even present, really.

For a while I was suicidal and I tried to kill myself. I think I should have died about four times.