I'm six foot two. If I need security around me, there's a problem.

I just like to look beautiful sometimes.

That was my earliest maladaptive coping mechanism I forged when I was a kid. I found that my fists weren't going to do any significant protective work for me, so my mouth was it. Making my father laugh was a way to control him.

My father was swallowed alive by his own anus. It was a terrible way to go.

There are guys I admire. Like Jimmy Stewart and - a more modern example - Tom Hanks. They managed to do it and have a really high standard for their work, but at the same time they remained incredibly classy and well-regarded personally throughout the process, which I thought was rare and kind of cool. And I'm trying. I try. I haven't thrown any TVs out the hotel window yet.

People have their complexities. They have their heroic moments and their villainous moments, too.

I feared disappointing my father more than anything in the world.