DONT DECLARE HOLIDAY ON MY DEATH, INSTEAD WORK AN EXTRA DAY, IF U LOVE ME
I had this notion that everyone was staring at me and judging everything about me, from my appearance to the way I talk and everything.
Maybe I'm stupid or whatever, but to me if I got a concussion, if I could see straight and I could carry a football then I'm not telling anybody.
And any time you feed your ego, it's a one-way street. . . . There were so many things I had to deal with that erased the positives I got from playing the game that it wasn't worth it. It's like eating a Big Mac and drinking a Diet Coke.
I've had a lot of clouds in my life since I got into pro football -- too many -- but now I feel like I can see really clearly for the first time. And I can see the Super Bowl from here.
Texas was such a welcoming place, and with its unbelievable history and tradition, it's extra special to be a part of that.
I want to really start focusing on what I want to accomplish and what it is I want to achieve, but not micromanaging this or that and focusing on the little things.
The muse on my shoulder is very sensitive and does not abide claptrap of any kind. . . Only when I am totally immersed. . . absorbed in work. . . does she allow something magical to happen and I become aware of a faint heartbeat and gentle breath emanating from my brush.
I want to apologize for plaguing you with so many telephone calls last November and December. When the 'enthusiasm' is coming on me it is accompanied by a feverish reaching out to my friends. After its over I wince and wither.
Sometimes I write well when I'm very upset.
If we hadn't put a man on the moon, there wouldn't be a Silicon Valley today