I have a tendency to really stuff things — like, I don't really express certain feelings.

Where I felt comfortable was being the one that everyone liked to party with. And it was kind of the way I could fit in.

Dad was just an emotional wreck. He was drinking a lot of the time, he was smoking a lot of pot. And because he takes certain medications, the drinking was making him... you know, he wasn't even present, really.

As long as I know my head's in the right place, my feet are on the ground, I think I'll be fine.

I'm an ass-kicking fat kid.

'Adapt and overcome' is my new motto.

I go to a meeting every day. I surround myself with people who don't use. I recently got back from Ozzfest and I caught myself in kind of a sticky situation where I was around a lot of people using, drinking and it was kind of - I didn't have the urge to use once, but I just knew I shouldn't have been there.