We always had 'Vogue' in our house. But when I was around 12 my Mom finally took me seriously about modeling and put a stack of magazines in front of me then told me to study all the poses. The ones I loved the most were in 'Vogue.'

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

Man I just feel blessed... I was in a situation where the only way I could come out of it was by putting my faith in God. No matter how good my lawyers were no matter how much celebrity I had everything was just stacked up against me.

I was a very sickly kid. While I was in the hospital at age 7 my Dad brought me a stack of comic books to keep me occupied. I was hooked.