I grew up with actors, so I never thought of them as anything but human - sort of horribly, inextricably human.
'Wings' offered me the rare opportunity to be a full-time dad and a working actor for eight years.
It's become a cliche to think of marriage as a disaster area and a war zone.
I just can't stand the fact that they're going out on their own - I love having my kids around, and I'm angry at them for going out and becoming independent. I want to tuck them in and drive them to school in the morning, but they just won't let me do that anymore.
No one's banging down my door. People see the way I look, and they don't feel threatened, but they should watch out for me. They don't know there's a steel rod that drives me. I get ticked off, and the rage just gets me going. My motor is anger.
I used to build lofts in SoHo back when there was nothing there. I had a stoop on West Broadway between Prince and Spring. My partner and I would sit there, eat dinner, and watch the world go by.
