I just think the whole disease model of addiction is crap. It's rooted in fiction and junk science.

Early on, I used to think it was really cool and macho to jump out of the car and tackle the bad guy. But then when you see the stunts in the movie, you realize it could've been a lady in a poncho.

The only thing I'm addicted to is winning. This bootleg cult, arrogantly referred to as Alcoholics Anonymous, reports a 5 percent success rate. My success rate is 100 percent.

I don't have time for their judgement and their stupidity and you know they lay down with their ugly wives in front of their ugly children and look at their loser lives and then they look at me and they say, 'I can't process it' well, no, you never will stop trying, just sit back and enjoy the show. You know?

I have to tell them that last night was a shameful train wreck filled with blind cuddly puppies.

Women are not to be hit. They're to be hugged and caressed.

I refuse to grow up. I won't become the adult guy.