I don't really remember much before was eight, but I do remember that my dad brought me to drop me off at my grandmother's house, and he was a very emotional guy, but that was the first time I really saw him cry, cos I knew it killed him to have to give me up, but he knew I needed some family structure. That was the last time I'd see him or talk to him when he was sober for the next 10 years.

I'm not looking to do anything for rehab as far as addicts, because that's not really what I do.

I help people own their lives.

I hate reality TV, because it's so bullshit.

It's like crazy how many different kinds of yoga there are. And now that they have it for surfers and for this one and for that one.

My mom moved up north to make more money to support the family, and I was left with my dad and I was just bounced around from one family to another.

Nobody believes in me more than me.