I didn't know a damn thing about style.

I guess that's what I was: a set of abs. And they lit the abs and shot the abs and sent the abs on their way. The photographer didn't look at my face once. I was humiliated.

I didn't know a damn thing about style.

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.

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

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