The big thing was that I just started getting really careless. I went out and bought a really nice car, and within a week and a half it was trashed. I would come home and my parents would ask, "What is going on with you? Do you need to see a psychiatrist?" I just didn’t care anymore, and it got worse and worse. I mean, who gets arrested four times in eight months?

We broke up because of my alcohol problem. We lived together and I would sneak out to go drink after she'd gone to bed. That's how bad it got. And once we broke up I was like, "No one is holding me back now, I'm going gung-ho." Then it spiraled out of control. I definitely embarrassed myself and had to learn the hard way.