I tried marriage. I'm 0 for 3 with the marriage thing. So, being a ballplayer - I believe in numbers. I'm not going 0 for 4. I'm not wearing a golden sombrero.
I think what drove me insane for a long time is feeling like I hadn't earned most of what I achieved because it came so fast.
I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.
I think my passion is misinterpreted as anger sometimes. And I don't think people are ready for the message that I'm delivering, and delivering with a sense of violent love.
I think I have a duty as a recovering guy to help, to make my knowledge of what I went through accessible.
I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.