I live in my own bubble. I'm in Gublerland.

If you just do a Google search and type in 'smoking' or 'lung cancer', you will be barraged with never ending facts and numbers, like how one in every three Americans is affected by lung disease and how COPD is the third leading cause of death and if you get lung cancer the odds are 95% that you will die.

I've had this unbelievable amount of good fortune and I'm just so thankful for it. But at the same time I feel exceptionally guilty. I have so many friends who are talented graduates of Juilliard and are exceptional actors and I'm the lucky one that somehow got such a fortunate break.

I looked like a 'Super Mario Bros.' Goomba. It's arguably the ugliest haircut on the planet.

I think it's perfectly acceptable and rather admirable to be moderately delusional

I never thought I'd be making a living off of acting - it's still kind of a shock for my family and friends to see my face on TV every Wednesday night.

I guess I'm just in the flow and riding the wave.