Not many people have had as much bad luck as I have, but not many people have had as much good luck, either.

I didn't have an interest in school at all and was getting in trouble all the time.

I talk about airplanes and things like that while my scars are on clear view.

I didn't just want to be the one who was always looking around at the weird family members. I wanted to make my mistakes.

I can't imagine just dusting my pants off and going about my life like, "Phew! I sure made it through a tough spot, now where am I headed?" I feel more of an obligation to be helpful.

I start crying when certain things come up, certain memories, certain feelings, and it's intense. But I think it's good for me - and therapeutic.

I love drama - I would say more than I even love comedy - but I like in One Mississippi that I can go from a very moving moment to a Willy Wonka tube up my ass. I like the silliness as much as I like drama.