I married a pretty famous girl and when we drive through town there's usually a car following us when I walk out of my front door in Chelsea there's six guys waiting for me.
It's not fun facing a ball going 97 mph trust me.
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
If you spend your life competing with business men what do you have? A bank account and ulcers!
