Sometimes you just gotta be drop-kicked out of the nest.

I felt like a fighter who was training for a title bout that had not been booked yet.

Listen, smile, agree, then do whatever you were going to do anyway.

And last but not the least

I walk by studio heads and they actually look and put their hand out now, like maybe I should be on their radar.

I don't drink these days. I am allergic to alcohol and narcotics. I break out in handcuffs.

The lesson is that you can still make mistakes and be forgiven.