My parents said that I was nine months old and would throw myself out of the crib onto the floor continually. As soon as they left the room after putting me back in they’d hear a big bump and I’d be on the floor again.
I pretty much operate on adrenaline and ignorance.
I’m so uncoordinated, I can’t really do that much, so my specialty is standing in one spot or holding on to something, like an exploding rocket or a jetski.
Doctors have told me I have a high pain threshold, but I can only know what I feel. I think I’m good at minimising the pain and being indifferent to it.
I’m just basking in the glory.
I just try to think of all the things that could go wrong so in that split second when it happens, maybe your body reacts in a way where it protects you just a little.
I’m not looking to lose anything. I’m looking to continue making movies.
I don’t remember the first stunt I ever did.
A couple days before the stunts, if I’m doing something particularly dangerous, I will go over every worst-case scenario in my head, like this could happen, this could happen, this could happen, this could happen. I try to think about that to where it’s ingrained in me.
You can tell it’s good if you light it and a blue flame comes up; that means it’s good moonshine and it won’t make you go blind.
Everything you see on screen is real. By doing what we do, there’s naturally going to be a lot of grimacing. And whimpering.
What calmed me down finally was when my girlfriend got pregnant.
You were about five feet short of a ten feet jump?
I was a really bad kid. Then, I got sweet as I got older.
I think I’m a little concussed.
It’s unfortunate when kids get hurt, but I wish parents would monitor what their kids are doing and watching. It’s common sense, really.
People try to challenge me in bars every now and then. As long as they’re not physical I just walk away, but if they get physical then I just end up in a fight.
If someone hits me I consider it a challenge.
I feel like my eyes have gonorrhea.
But I can still lick the spoon!