I'm Always Around My Mother And Sisters.

If I Don’t Talk About My Religion, If I Say I’m Not Discussing It Or Different Humanitarian Things I’m Working On, They’re Like, “he’s Avoiding It.” If I Do Talk About It, It Becomes, “oh, He’s Proselytizing.”

Nothing Ends Nicely, That's Why It Ends.

When I First Started Out All The Attention Could Be A Bit Unnerving, Especially When People Stared. Now I Find The Best Thing Is To Just Relax. Being Recognized Is Just Something You Have To Get Used To.

I Remember Looking At My Dad And Wanting To Understand Him. I Didn't Want To Just Write The Guy Off. He Was Lost. I Can't Speak Specifically In Terms Of Why And How He Got To Where He Was - That Was His Journey. All I Can Tell You Is, He Was Overwhelmed By Life... My Mother Basically Did All The Work, And Then They Got Separated And I Didn't See Him For A Long Time. He Didn't Try To Help The Family Financially Or Spiritually, And I Lived With The Effects Of The Chaos.

But My Friends Are Happy For Me. The People Who Know Me Are Happy. My Mom Is Happy. My Family Is Happy.