As An Actor - Like An Artist

Even In My Dreams, I’m An Idiot Who Knows He’s About To Wake Up To Reality.

Do I Make Mistakes? Yeah.

As An Actor - Like An Artist - You Have To Ask, "why Do I Choose A Certain Moment To Play Something A Certain Way?" It's Organic To Who We Are.

I Remember Looking At My Dad And Wanting To Understand Him. I Didn't Want To Just Write The Guy Off. He Was Lost. I Can't Speak Specifically In Terms Of Why And How He Got To Where He Was - That Was His Journey. All I Can Tell You Is, He Was Overwhelmed By Life... My Mother Basically Did All The Work, And Then They Got Separated And I Didn't See Him For A Long Time. He Didn't Try To Help The Family Financially Or Spiritually, And I Lived With The Effects Of The Chaos.

I Used To Go To Maple Leafs Games All The Time When Nic Shot To Die For Here In Toronto. This Is A Great City. I Love It Here.