By the time I was 8 years old, sports had pretty much taken over my life.

We live in a kissy society.

I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.

I wasn't even 20 at the time, but it taught me something about drugs. They can take a good man, a warm, funny, loving family man, and turn him into a loser and worse.

We're all pretty ordinary on paper.

My father was a sergeant with the Connecticut state police. My mother was a hairstylist.

I was going to get the Carolyn Bessette story out of her one way or another.