I had all the fame anyone could want, and I ran away from it.

I went to high school, which was a good thing because I hadn't interacted with many people my age, and I didn't really have friends. I had a million acquaintances and no friends.

I'd made enough made money by the time I was 12 to never work again, so it's not about a big pay check with me.

It's about finding unique, one-of-a-kind films that I would want to see myself. I think Party Monster is one of those.

Michael Jackson and I talk all the time. I think we understand each other in a way that most people can't understand either of us.

I do have a family, and I do have friends, and so-called friends, and acquaintances, and many other people I see only around Christmas time. Maybe they could vouch for me. Maybe they could testify to my existence and save a part of me that thinks I'm no better than a bag of potato chips.

My father was overbearing. Very controlling. He was always the way he is, even before my success. He was not always a good person. He'd play mind games to make sure I knew my place. I don't see him, which is unfortunate. But I don't have any desire to see him. I vaguely know where he is, and I don't want to know.