At the time, it all seemed pretty normal. It was okay to have a pink guitar and glow-in-the-dark pants, and play with a drill. 1987, that was the worst year. I think that was the worst year for capes and for hair!
As a kid, I might have been psycho, I guess, but I used to throw golf balls in the trees and try and somehow make par from them. I thought that was fun.
I would literally climb out of the cradle while my parents slept, go and crawl off. I did this a couple of times apparently. I'd cross the road and into someone's house, wake them up banging pots and pans in the kitchen.
To play on top of a bus is something we've never done before - we did play on the Red Bull Tour Bus once in Bangalore last year, but it's always a one of a kind of experience to jump on the bus and sing.
I don't like 7-footers shooting threes, it's a disrespect to the game for me.
The way I play is not like most people. The moves are more computeresque. They're not the moves that most humans are going to play.
I've never been able to understand how risk-averse my mum is. She hated conkers, pea shooters, and anything that could have someone's eye out: skipping, swinging on your chair, talking with your mouth full.
Everything that moved, I was kicking it. You can ask my mum and dad. A stone, a can, whatever.
I played with Barbies but I used to decapitate them. I used to take their heads off then dye their hair and do weird things.
Four-men aren't used to picking up guys pushing the ball in transition. Let alone, somebody getting the rebound and just busting.
When I was a boy, my parents would buy me a new toy and I would destroy it. Oh man, I would destroy it. I don't know why I would do such a thing. I was a little rough when I was a little kid.
