The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread. This was news, and he wanted to be the one to report it.

Let's talk about something exciting. Me.

If someone follows you, go to a different room. If they keep following you, get in your car. If they follow you in your car, drive to a police station. There are ways to not engage.

I was banging seven-gram rocks...because that's how I roll. I have one speed. I have one gear. Go.

I never insert myself into situations where I am completely blind or don't have a single clue about what's being discussed. I don't to be an impostor and just helping for the sake of helping. If I am going to help somebody, I want it to be valuable. And if they don't follow my advice, then they are a frigging idiot. I'm joking.

I got tiger blood man. Dying's for fools, dying's for amateurs.

I'm sorry, man, but I've got magic. I've got poetry in my fingertips. Most of the time - and this includes naps - I'm an F-18, bro. And I will destroy you in the air. I will deploy my ordinance to the ground.