If I Were The Last Person On

I Felt Ashamed For What I Had Done. I Don't Have Any Excuses. I Did What I Did. I Take Full Responsibility For Myself And My Actions. I Wouldn't Pawn This Off On Anybody. I'm Sorry It Happened. And I Hurt People.

Your Agent Or Manager Tells You. They Go, "you're Out. They're Gonna Get A New Guy." But Then I Didn't Feel Bad. I Didn't Take It Personally. Not That I'm Competitive At All. But You Have Pride In That, You Know? You Want Your Ratings To Be Good. But Now That I'm 62, I Don't Really Care About The Ratings. I Don't Care About The Reviews. I Care About The Work, And I Care About The People That I'm Working With, And I Try To Make The Experience For Them And Myself As Good As It Can Be.

Weight Is A Glanduar Thing, As Well As An Emotional Thing.

My First Words Were 'seconds, Please.' Most Kids In Kindergarten Napped On A Little Rug. I Had A Braided 9 X 12.

I Have Added A Lot. There's Some Vegas Stuff And Hotel Stuff And A Whole Chunk On Health.