I feel really lucky, although I hate that word - 'lucky'.

Maybe everyone is a little too reassuring that things are going to be OK to college graduates. It gives them a false sort of security.

Call me Elf......one more time!

Animals on factory farms all face pain and fear, just like the animals we share our homes with, yet are repeatedly abused in shocking ways.

Saying I was lucky negates the hard work I put in and spits on that guy who’s freezing his ass off back in Brooklyn.

Any swagger is just defense. When youre reminded so much of who you are by people - not a fame thing, but with my size, constantly, growing up - you just either curl up in a corner in the dark or you wear it proudly, like armor or something. You can turn it on its head and use it yourself before anybody else gets a chance.

My family had a habit of collecting creatures that didn't always want to be pets. The first animal I can remember was a Lab named Zoe.