I was the fat kid, so as a defense mechanism, I was the jokester.

Dad loves my stuff. No matter how many times my voice cracks or I miss a tap, he doesn't care. He's like some businessman making it to his kid's recital.

If you were shopping for a father, you'd have to take out a serious loan to afford mine. He's the best.

I was not very well-behaved. I remember I was a discipline problem. I was a typical American male at twenty-years-old, and I was causing trouble whenever I could.

I was the fat kid, so as a defense mechanism, I was the jokester.