I’m a big believer in momentum. As an ex-abuser of drugs, I’m not a person who should have any pleasurable interruptions. Inactivity, time for reflection—these are not good for me. I work a lot, do a lot of different things, but I think in some ways I’m overcompensating for the inner, hidden knowledge that somewhere deep inside me there’s a lazy hippie waiting to get out, that if I’m given the opportunity, I’d lay down on the couch, turn on Adventure Time or The Simpsons, smoke a joint, and lay there for the next six months. If I go to work, I’m going to do things. I keep at them.
I’ll tell you something really terrible: every relationship I’ve ever had with a woman, at some point very early on, I’d bring them to Yasuda in New York, and I would watch how they would eat. If they talked too much, didn’t understand how to eat sushi, if they did not eat the uni - we will never have a relationship. That’s it. It’s the end.