If you lined up everyone I've ever dated, you wouldn't see any similarities.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

I grew up in the South with my father; blues and country, that's always been my core. But I had it in me not to do what was expected. I wanted to find my own footing.

I've been through a lot of stuff.

I dropped out of school in the 11th grade because there was no purpose in it for me. I'm not proud of this, and I'm not trying to promote it.

I'm still finding my way, and I made a lot of mistakes.

I work because I think that I wouldn't feel good about myself unless I was contributing.