I was like, man, that was a real emotional moment for me, and you making a joke about it! Like: Damn. Y’all don’t really believe in shit. You don’t have no morals or nothing. You don’t care about nothing but just making fun….I was serious as hell saying that, you know what I’m saying? But after a while, it’s all good.
His disposition on the court:
When I’m on the court. I’m a total asshole. I’m a dick. I don’t talk to the other team. If I fall on somebody, I throw them to the ground, I’m not helping them up. I just feel like it’s a war mode. Like, they’re trying to kill me, but I gotta kill them before they kill me.
Not feeling warm and fuzzy about other players and teams:
I just don’t like other teams or other players. I can’t sit there. I feel like I’m supporting them by watching it. I hope you have a bad game. Because I’m such a hater! I thought it was a bad trait I had. I was like, Man, am I jealous? Why do I hate this guy? But I hope both of the teams lose! That’s how I feel.
Believing you have to work at your skills:
I wasn’t born with a jump shot. Because I know! I started shooting my jump shot, like, from the side. Like this.” His long arms swim way outside, somewhere far off to the right of his body. “And I worked on it. I don’t think people are born with skills. You’re born with the ability to tap into your skills. Like humility. Maturity. Work ethic. Just wanting to be better.
His father leaving their family (their relationship is now much better and has been for quite some time):
I was like, Damn. I was really hurt. That was the first time I’d ever been hurt by anything. I’m always used to, like, keeping it inside, and it’d go away in a day. But I was like, Damn, man, so we can’t play video games together no more? We can’t laugh at jokes? We can’t wrestle? We would wrestle every day in the living room and shit. It was the coolest thing. And then, like, when he left, it was just like, Damn, we can’t do all that stuff no more? It’s boring now. Because I’m by myself.
At 11, watching his Aunt Pearl, literally die in front of him, of cancer:
Blood was coming out of her. You could just see everything leaving. Coughing up blood for like thirty minutes. And she died right in front of me. And when she died, I hopped into bed with her and just sat there and chilled with her. Because I knew. I knew what had happened. That was the first person I really lost. And that was the first time—I was numb to it, I was numb to death, because I didn’t think it would happen, but it happened so close to me. And I didn’t know what to think. Is this real? Should I cry? What should I do? I don’t know what to do. Then my coach died.