I've Acted Professionally Since I Was 16.

The Biggest Problem For Me Was Feeling That As I Became More Balanced And A Better Man That I Wouldn't Have The Fire To Create From.

I Was Always Shocked When I Went To The Doctor's Office And They Did My X-ray And Didn't Find That I Had Eight More Ribs Than I Should Have Or That My Blood Was The Color Green.

How Do You Rebel In A Family Of Rebels? That's The Age-old Question. I Guess I Could Have By Not Going Into The Arts, But The Thing Is, I Couldn't Do Anything Else.

The Only Way The Devil Really Exists In My Opinion... Is In Interactions With People Who Don't Walk The Walk And Talk The Talk; People Who Act One Way, Or Talk One Way And Then Do Another. Those Are The Deals With The Devil. I Don't See The Devil As Somebody Who Is A Horned, Goateed Guy With A Fork In His Hand That's There To Continuously Stab Me And Send My Soul To Hell. I Don't See It That Way At All.

To Begin... To Begin... How To Start? I'm Hungry. I Should Get Coffee. Coffee Would Help Me Think. Maybe I Should Write Something First, Then Reward Myself With Coffee. Coffee And A Muffin. Okay, So I Need To Establish The Themes. Maybe A Banana-nut. That's A Good Muffin.