It's one thing to be struggling and not really making money in your early 20s and figuring out your life. Early 30s, you start to wonder, is this ever going to happen?

Facebook is weird. They have all of these seemingly random rules that I'm sure make sense to them, but don't make sense to me or any people.

I'm not a big reality show fan, because I just think it's too fake.

Sometimes you go up to people who look totally normal and then you talk to them for a few seconds and you are like, Oh I better get out of this, because this person is a little mentally unbalanced, and they are not going to get a joke.

It's crazy. I don't know how I'm not dead. People think I'm going to get punched in the face: "Something terrible is going to happen to you. You're going to get killed." That's not what's going to kill me. The show is going to kill me. The work is going to kill me. Once I'm on the street, I'm not worried about that.

I had a lot of fans in New York. The press would write about me, but I couldn't get a paying job.

I am invisible in gay bars.