My father? I never knew him. Never even seen a picture of him.

I don't even know how to speak up for myself, because I don't really have a father who would give me the confidence or advice. And if you're always the new kid, you never get a chance to adapt, so your confidence is just zilch.

I don't even know how to speak up for myself, because I don't really have a father who would give me the confidence or advice.

Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting, now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, sl#t!

These times are so hard, and they're getting even harder.

My real father died when I was two years old, so I never knew him. He was a barber in Chicago.