I've always wanted to have a book published - it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

I collect things that just look retarded.

When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.

I definitely have managed to overcome dyslexia now to become a fully functional human being but things were a lot more difficult when I was younger.

At 12 I dropped out of school but I had lost interest in it at a much earlier age. For me, school was very very stressful.