I got picked on a lot at school. I was awkward – tall, thin, with a lot of hair I didn’t know what to do with. I had these growth spurts, so I’d go to school and my clothes would be too small. I wanted to fit in but I never really got there. I think that’s what made me want to be somebody. I’m not a people person. It’s not my gift. People disappoint you, and I’m over being disappointed by people. The only thing I’ve ever really been afraid of is people. Becoming famous at 28 was shocking. I wasn’t expecting it. I had kids already. I’d been married. I was just enjoying myself, and then I Try happened. I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t realise how famous I was for a long time, probably until I got mobbed in the Gap, in Times Square, with my son. Fame is difficult. No one trains you for it. It’s a skill. It’s an art. And once you get famous, you have the job of maintaining it, or people will be cruel. I like being in my 40s and 50s. You develop this natural cockiness – you’re a little bit better than everybody now, because you’re a little bit older, you’ve lived. People can’t tell you shit any more. You’re like, “Fuck you, I did that already!” You know, it’s kind of cool. I’m very vain. I’m taking pretty good care of myself, but I was not one of those people who took advantage of Covid and started working out and stuff. I sat around and ate for six months. The thing I’ve missed most during the pandemic? Trips to the movies. What I like to do most is go buy some alcohol and then go to the movies by myself, and just sit there and drink and watch a movie. I’m a Cointreau fan, so I’ll buy little bottles and put them in my Coca-Cola and watch two or three movies and be in heaven. Then I’d Uber home and it would be, like, the best night of my life. I miss being able to do what I want. My kids know me better than anybody on the planet. They’re 25, 24 and 23 and they’re my best friends. They keep me in check. They ask a lot of questions, which is healthy for me. They keep me grounded, they keep me challenged, and keep my mind working, they understand me, they know the difference between the me I present to the world and the real me. I want to find love. I’ve not been in love for a while and I don’t want to grow old by myself. That’s important. I mean, you need that in life. You need a partner. I’m so tired of racism. It’s exhausting. I tell my kids not to ever let it get in their way. I don’t allow them to say, “I didn’t get this because I’m black.” If you absorb that, start living that way, you won’t get anywhere. At this point, when I see people who are racist, I feel sorry for them. Anyone who says they have no regrets is full of shit. I have millions of them. Probably a million and one. What’s driving me at this point is money. I want to have a lot of money so when I get older I’m not running around touring and trying to make another I Try. In 10 years from now I don’t want to have to hustle. I don’t want to be on the road. That scares the shit out of me.