[2012, on quitting drinking at age 29] I was at a party and deliberately bashed my head on the concrete floor. Like "Hey, look how tough I am!" I did it again. I spent the night at St. Vincent's Hospital with a sock of ice, waiting for them to stitch me up... I don't drink or do drugs anymore. Being sober helps a great deal... I remember looking at my life, my apartment, my dogs [when I was still using], and I thought, "What's happening?" I was so concerned what [people] thought of me, how I was coming across, how I would survive the day. I always felt like an outsider. I just lived in my head. I realized I wasn't going to live up to my potential, and that scared the hell out of me. I thought, "Wow, I'm actually gonna ruin my life. I'm really gonna ruin it.".
