Sometimes people think, "You don't get to have it all, you don't get to be happy, life's a struggle," but what if it's not?

There was a time in my late teens and early 20s where I was motivated by this wanting to get out, to prove to the world that I had something to offer - that kind of youthful spirit, where maybe I had my eye on fame and fortune. I mellowed out in my late 20s and now that I'm in my early 30s, I'm coming to peace with it.

I don't want to get into an argument at the bar with some old racist homophobic person.

I lived in a small city on the Mississippi River across from Iowa, so I didn't have a country upbringing, but in high school we would go drink kegs in cornfields.

I'm really close to my family. As I get older, it's like they're the only people I really talk to.

I'm 33, my generation, when I was young, we'd go out into the woods for the entire day and come back for dinner. I was definitely a kid of the '80s, who was out and about.

Whether I'm a hero or a zero doesn't really matter. It's all perception.