Nothing pleases me more than when somebody who was awe-inspired to be working with me realizes I'm just another schmuck that they're bored of hanging out with on a set. I love that moment. I like it when that persistent illusion is smashed.
Everyone has a story, and the story changes, and the more I can root into the truth of things — it’s so hard — I don’t think anyone ever really puts it all together. But somewhere along the way it all became fused.
All they want to do is talk about the five dumbest things, or the five illest moments I have ever had in my life. It’s almost like there should be international laws against it because it’s so petty and shallow and most people are much more interesting than just their dark spots.