I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.

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.

I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.

I'd been around women who put me down, made me feel bad, or said things to fuel my insecurity.

Thank God for little miracles, right?

I didn't know a damn thing about style.

I'd gone to Manhattan to become a model.