Three years ago, I'd walk up a flight of stairs and think about looking for oxygen. After every shift, it was either pizza or Burger King.

The kids knock on my door by 5:30 or so, and I have to say, 'No, not until 6:30,' and send them back.

The hardest part of life is living it.

I've got a lot of stairs in my house! I'm on the sixth floor. I should be fit and have a really nice ass, but I don't.

I jumped up and opened the door and smoke was coming up the stairs, ... We couldn't even come out the door. That's how fast the smoke was coming up.

It's not the stairs so much as we're afraid he might lose his footing and fall and that could do damage that would have to be repaired again.