Struggle Is Part Of The Journey.

I Remember Opening My Dad's Closet And There Were, Like, 40 Suits, Every Color Of The Rainbow, Plaid And Winter And Summer. He Had Two Jewelry Boxes Full Of Watches And Lighters And Cuff Links. And Just... He Was That Guy. He Was Probably Unfulfilled In His Life In Many Ways.

Would You Want People Walking Up To You And Pointing At Your D--k? I Can't Believe I'm Still Talking About This. But I've Worn Underwear Every Day Of My Life And The Fact That I'm Painted As This Exhibitionist Is A Little Annoying. It's Become A Meme, I Guess. Being Someone Who People Want To Photograph, You Have To Open Yourself Up To The Positive And Negative. It Is What It Is. If I Get Mad At It I'll Look Like A Douchebag. But It's Silly.

I'm Able To Leave Don Draper At Work. I'm Quite Dissimilar From Him In Real Life

I'm Wearing Pants, For F---'s Sake. Lay Off. I Mean, It's Not Like I'm A F---ing Lead Miner. There Are Harder Jobs In The World. But When People Feel The Freedom To Create Tumblr Accounts About My C---, I Feel Like That Wasn't Part Of The Deal ... But Whatever. I Guess It's Better Than Being Called Out For The Opposite.

You Have To Have A Hell Of A Lot Of Confidence In What You're Doing.