I can't really have any friends. It's sad, really. It's lonely. But that's how I am.
I'm one of the most competitive guys in the NFL. Believe me, nobody wants it more than me.
In a way, I am what they say I am. I am a hard-ass. I'm hard to get along with. Most of the time I'm moody. All that's true. I got no problem with people saying that.
Ain't nothing but 10 grand. What's 10 grand to me?
The one thing I did learn at Florida State, I learned to talk trash, believe that
Everybody knows I got a temper. It's not a temper temper-not an off-the-field temper. It's a competitive temper, wanting to do good. But as far as being a guy who disrupts a lot of things, who doesn't want to listen? Nah, man. That's false. That's false because I'm excelling.