I Couldn't Direct Traffic. It's Hard Enough

I Think The First Year And A Half That I Was In New York I Was Having Trouble Just Living Somewhere. Back In Them Days The City Was A Lot Different Than It Is Now.

Wrestlers Are All Pretty Busted-up By The Ends Of Their Careers.

I Had A Lot Of Anger Inside Me And That Came Out At Times That Were Not Particularly Advantageous To Me Career-wise.

I Started Having Some Memory-loss Issues. I Took A Neurological Exam, And They Said, "well, You Should Stop Fighting Now." And I Kept Begging Them For One More Fight, One More Fight, And The Doctor Said To Me, "how Much Are They Going To Pay You?" I Was Supposed To Fight Three More Times, And One Would Have Been For A Cruiser Belt. So I Said, "i Just Need To Fight Three More Times." He Said, "listen, You Can't Even Get Hit In The Head One More Time, Your Neuro Is So Bad."

I Tried To Change My Name For The Fights, But The Only Way They Could Pay Me Money Was If I Used My Own Name. I Wanted To Change My Name To, Like, Romeo Something-or-other, And They Said, "no, We Can't Do That. We've Got To Use Mickey Rourke." Because They Paid Me A Lot Of Money To Go Over To Europe And Asia To Fight.