I suppose I do get sad, but not for too long. I just look in the mirror and go, 'What a f***ing good-looking f*** you are.' And then I brighten up.
My favorite album would have to be something from The Beatles.
I'm into the girls fancying me and stuff, mad for it.
Discipline? I don't know the meaning of the word.
You've either got it or you haven't.
I don't like jeans with holes in 'em. I like 'em faded.