My mother sent me to psychiatrists since the age of four because she didn't think little boys should be sad. When my brother was born I stared out the window for days. Can you imagine that?
I wake up every morning feeling lucky - which is driven by fear no doubt since I know it could all go away.
By Thursday morning, we'd gotten over the worst of it.
I don't hate L.A., but I'm nervous about becoming one of those people who...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
