I'm an actor for hire, and I go do a job.

I do music because I can just pick up my guitar and sing, and completely satisfy, instant gratification. I don't need a script, I don't people, I don't need anything, cameras, I just have myself and my guitar, or keyboard.

What matters to me is learning and growing, and getting to do what I love to do. As long as I can do that, I'm happy.

So I take a little sleeping pill, pop it and realize nothing's happening - but something else was happening.

And I don't care if you're talking about things that are true, you're still talking about my personal life. How about I go peek in your window, take what underwear you wore last night, whose husband you were fucking, and shove that in the megaphone throughout your neighborhood? How does that feel? It's none of your goddamn business.

Barton is a pretty brass tacks kind of guy. Kinda get the job done so I can go home. So I don't think it's very difficult for him to decide.

I know what I like and what I want, and I can sit and enjoy every 10 minutes that go by. And truly enjoy it.