My brothers bullied me, so I cried a lot as a kid. It was the only defense I had. Telling them to stop wouldn't work. The crying would bring my dad. Dad was my cavalry.
What's being considered now is solidifying my place in the NBA. Keep focusing on the grass roots, because I want the next guys to be good. Right now, all I'm doing for camps and academies and stuff, I'm just finding the next NBA player.
My head is weirdly shaped, so I can't wear a headband.
I'll try anything, but the pig testicles in Taiwan were a little much. Eh, it wasn't half bad. There was this one dish I had there, the translation is, 'The Monk Jumps over the Fence.' It's a fish dish with all these spices. It was beautiful, man - it was poetry. It had a whole story.
I stuck with a mustache because... do you know Magnum P.I.?
I seem to get a general reaction at just, like, 'Oh! A mustache!' but mostly people are fine with it. But I don't actually do it for the ladies. It's more a guy thing, an appreciation. All the dudes want to do it, but they don't have the balls to do it, so they just give me the nod.
