“❝ THE THING WAS, YOU EXPERIENCE LIFE AND YOU’RE FORCED TO DEAL WITH IT. LIKE IT OR NOT, IT HAPPENED AND YOU DEAL WITH IT. THAT’S THE DEAL. ❞”

“You’re acting like a child!” was one brave reporter’s response when I denied his interview. Was I acting like child?No, I didn’t think I was. They didn’t understand any of this if they thought that.You know, sometimes I wanted to take their hands and place the truth in it. I wanted to give them everything I had. Sometimes I wanted to act like they treated me and show them how childish I could be. I wanted to give them the weight of everything I felt and let them be the goddamn judge of this shit.Sometimes I wanted to vent, scream, and give it all away. Here, you take my talent. Take my life you feel the need to criticize every moment of the day. Take everything I have and you deal with the shit. You see what you can make of it since you seem to think I’m doing so badly. I wanted them to feel the pressure, the inadequateness, the letdown, all of it.”

“You know those moments, whether you’re in them or not, you feel something more than what you intended to feel, what you wanted to feel.”

“What made them love you now when they didn’t before?I’ll tell you why. You had the balls to do what they never did. You got inside the car and pushed yourself to be the best. You did that. No one else did.What they don’t understand is that there will always be confessions that bared no sound and lived inside my head, my heart, and were my own desire. They were my own aspirations and something they never took the time to discover.I race for me. It’s not selfish. It’s me being me.I do it because that’s what I am and what is embedded into every fiber of my being.I race for the adrenaline, the power, the rumbling in my chest when behind the wheel. The sense of belonging in a sport that’s quick to prove you’re nothing but still, I race for me. That is what defined me.”

“❝ SOME PEOPLE NEVER CONSIDER THE RAMIFICATIONS OF A LIE. AFTER A WHILE, A LIE CAN BECOME WHAT YOU BELIEVE AS IF IT WAS NEVER A LIE. YOU’RE FLOATING IN BETWEEN REALITY AND FICTION. THE PROBLEM IS IF YOU KEEP THAT LIE TO YOURSELF, EVENTUALLY IT WILL EAT AT YOU.”

“I began to understand that my life was measured in moments. There were moments that tested you, challenged you, and moments that could make you fall to your knees, begging for one more moment but you see, those moments defined you as a person. You need to take them as they come because before you know it, you're out of moments.”

“What do you mean he drew a dick on the wall...you mean like a man dick...Christ, I swear, the kids are not mine”