I mean, what's not to love? Especially when you see how I party man, it's epic. The run I was on made Sinatra, Flynn, Jagger, Richards, all of them, just look like droopy-eyed, armless children.
I'm tired of pretending I'm not a total bitchin' rock star from Mars.
I am on a drug – it’s called Charlie Sheen. It’s not available because if you try it, you will die. Your face will melt off and your children will weep over your exploded body.
I’m not bi-polar, I’m bi-winning. I win here and I win there.
I probably took more than anybody could survive. I was banging seven-gram rocks. Because that’s how I roll. I have one speed. I have one gear: Go.
The only thing I’m addicted to right now is winning.