The people on Baywatch were about as nice a group of people as I had ever worked with.

I didn't know a damn thing about style.

I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.

I wasn't even 20 at the time, but it taught me something about drugs. They can take a good man, a warm, funny, loving family man, and turn him into a loser and worse.

I too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.

The bathing suits they had me wear on Baywatch were all one-pieces, which kill my figure.