I became as much of a believer as I was capable of becoming.

You have to go hunting to know the excitement of seeing someone get their first deer. It's a thrill for them. It is.

I got hit in the face with a gun. I'm not very fragile at all. It makes me think maybe things would be easier if I were terribly frail and fragile somehow.

It's hard to know what to say about somebody like that, except there are people who look for trouble. And trouble is very easy to find when you go looking for it.

And, quite frankly, I fully expected to be charged with murder, because they weren't charging anybody. I did it in terms of, I felt like I was throwing down the gauntlet saying look, this is what happened. There's a family out there that needed to know what happened.

Even to me, as I was trying to tell the government what had happened, it just didn't seem to matter.

I finally figured out what my crime was. I lived. Big mistake.