I lived at home till I was 29.
I love hitting into the rough because it gets me close to the people.
The best comedy, I feel, comes in a drama because it balances each other out.
I still feel like an immature idiot inside, but I look in the mirror and - as a friend of mine once said- this old guy keeps getting in the way.
Why can't I love him (a 2 yr old nephew) from afar? That's how I want to love him - through pictures and folklore.
Nothing like a little chest pain to restore your faith.