People don't really bother me as much as you might think.

Money and fame made me believe I was entitled. I was wrong and foolish.

As a kid, I might have been psycho, I guess, but I used to throw golf balls in the trees and try and somehow make par from them. I thought that was fun.

Achievements on the golf course are not what matters, decency and honesty are what matter.

And I don't cook, either. Not as long as they still deliver pizza.

My dad told me this: You get out of it what you put into it. If you put in effort and log your time, you'll get the results.

Everyone wants to get a piece of me.