I found boxing when I was 14 years old. I went down to the gym because my brother, who used to beat me up all the time, introduced me to boxing. I found boxing to be a sport that I felt safe in because I controlled what was in those four squares.

I retired and came back in '97. Woo! I mean, come on! I don't know, man. A six-year layoff? That was crazy! My career was relatively short, whether you look at either its length in years or the number of fights I had. But it was brutal.

Boxing was not something I truly enjoyed. Like a lot of things in life, when you put the gloves on, it's better to give than to receive.

Boxing was the only career where I wouldn't have to start out at the bottom. I had a good resume.

You don't play boxing. You really don't. You play golf, you play tennis, but you don't play boxing.

I remember all the important fights. Vividly. In detail.

Aaron Pryor wants to get into the ring with me. He wants to be able to retire, and he will. For health reasons.