By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.
I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.
New York is tough on lonely people.
I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.
I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.
It struck me that what I'd heard about certain celebrities was true: they had It, whatever the hell It was. Star power isn't a myth; it is tangible and forceful.