I'll fight anybody my trainer puts me in with because I'm confident I can beat any fighter in the world. If anybody can see I'm almost a master at evading punches coming at me.

My objective is to destroy anybody over 200 pounds, in the ring or out.

One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard.

Anger is my biggest enemy in life.

I don't want to be grotesque, but when you're 330 pounds, it's hard to wipe your a-. You know?

Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It's all lies. I have never laid a finger on her.

The only thing I do is just pray for inspiration, for a way of thinking, because I don't have any particular goal in sight.