I had a very rough and tumultuous childhood.
Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me in a neighborhood daily to jump and chase me. It only made me what I am today.
I spent more time in a van then in my mom's womb.
I understand that Detroit was a pretty rough place to grow up in the '70s and '80s.
I'm a black belt in karate. I grew up on the outskirts of Paris, and it was rough.
My folks were drunks, and I had a rough childhood - really rough - in fact, rougher than I thought about.
I used to fight in school. I was a rough, athletic child. I always knew I could fight and, watching UFC, I was always fascinated by it.
Naturally, when you're a younger brother with two older brothers, I mean, they're going to beat on you, and they're going to make you... you're going to grow up differently. You're going to turn into a little animal.
Playing with Angus and Malcolm, that's a pretty tough gig, mate. That made me the maniac that I am today, no doubt.
My brother was probably one of the toughest kids from my neighborhood and he didn't make it easy on me. He made sure I was getting beat up as much as possible growing up. If he wasn't beating me up, he was making his friends beat me up.
While growing up, I lived in my own fantasy world. I had kind of a rough childhood, so I created my own reality.
