I was three years old. I was messing with my grandparents' dog in Las Vegas, and he decided to pick me up by my head and run around the backyard with me.

I'm just saying, it's got to be about something more than just body parts when you're with somebody.

When somebody gives up their friends and everything they do just to be with a person, they wake up miserable one day. They're denying themselves for no real reason other than they think that's the thing to do.

I started promoting clubs when I was 15. 1 was doing what is considered the normal collegiate stuff when I was a lot younger. I was holding my own, but doing a lot of crazy things.

Oh, there's tons of resentment. That's normal. I can't control that, and I don't worry about it.

I may see somebody in a club one night and go, Wow, she's the most attractive girl I've seen in a long time. Then I'll see her the next night and be like, Oh no, I don't think so.

I can't just sit around and do nothing. Although, I can sit on the couch sometimes and just watch movies.