I was actually disappointed because I thought the mistakes I made is that people misinterpret my passion for anger.
Fame is empowering. My mistake was that I thought I would instinctively know how to handle it. But there's no manual, no training course.
I don't have a tuxedo that fits anymore because my chest and my biceps are too big.
I have Tiger Blood running through my vains.
The only thing I'm addicted to right now is winning.
I'm not wearing a golden sombrero.