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In the back of my mind. I always knew WWE was where I should be and where I would end up. Or where I could end up. Where I deep-down wanted to end up.
In our school you were searched for guns and knifes on the way in and if you didn't have any, they gave you some.
Why would you want to go all the way to Africa and shoot a giraffe? I don't think you can eat him. I only shoot stuff I can eat.
Once you're halfway home, you know that you can probably get the rest of the way there.
Fridays after school, especially when the weather was lousy, Mom would take me to the library. She'd let me check out whatever I wanted, and I checked out a lot.
I used to be teased for the way I wore my hair at school. I used to do things like wear a different-colored sock on each leg.
I wanted to wear a uniform when I was in high school, but I couldn't. I was like, 'It would be so much easier!'
You should enter a ballpark the way you enter a church.
I'd often wondered what would I do if I were ever traded, because it happened many, many times.
