I don't blindly turn over my well-being, or anything else, to those in authority.
Getting away from things every now and again, having balance in our lives can be just as important to our performance as practice.
It's wonderful, this love thing. Why should it make any sense? When I think about the reasons I'm in love with Debbie, okay, she's kind, she's funny, she's loving. But that's not it. Not really. There are other people in the world that are kinder, that are funnier, that are more loving than she is, but she makes me happy just being around her. It makes absolutely no sense, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Nobody likes dating. It's awkward and uncomfortable. It's expensive.
Dating is stressful. But being alone is worse.
Whenever people want you to do something they think is wrong, they say it is «reality».
Sure, we could go out on another date and another date after that and more dates after that, but life is short and getting shorter, and I want to spend whatever time I have left with you. When we are together, it feels like we are speeding down the PCH in a Duesenberg, 12 cylinders with 400 cc's and turbo boosts and picnic basket in the back with baguettes and Gruyere and prosciutto and Chateauneuf-du-Pape, and you are sitting next to me, wind in your hair, and you are laughing that laugh, and the sun, and the ocean. And it just feels like we can go forever.
We all get smacked around. We got to learn to take the hits, lick our wounds, and move on.
When something bad happens, we have to remember we're not defined by any one thing.
It's fun to drink with someone who is fun.
— My dad is a Taekwondo grandmaster. Coached me growing up. He always used to say: "Only you can beat you".
— Well, my mom is a lounge singer, and she used to say: "Upstage me and I'll beat your ass".