I was an easygoing guy, and school was pretty much people trying to challenge me to a fight, y'know, saying, 'Rambo! Rocky!'
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In school, nobody could pronounce my name. They just called me Rocky.
I wasn't a bad kid. I was a good kid. But I had gotten in a lot of fights 'cause in the neighborhood I grew up in, that wasn't equated with bad behavior almost. I mean, we'd fought like it was another game. 'You wanna play stick ball today?' 'Nah, let's go fight.'
I had a fistfight with every kid on my block. I got about fifteen broken noses to prove it. Part of it was also because I was always drawing, and I always had an artist portfolio with me. But I was a tough kid. I won their respect.
I loved 'Rocky' and 'Rambo', and am very proud of them.
I was bullied by a few people who were much older than me. I went to camp to learn boxing. I was 12, and my coach was 24. I felt like if I could fight him, I could stand up to anyone.
I went to acting school, and I polished my dancing, but I didn't really learn how to fight.
I was painfully initiated into boxing, because the guys I fought were a lot bigger than me.
I was bullied at school.
Before boxing, I was this angry kid ready to fight if someone said, 'Hello.'
I wasn't a fighting kid or a causing-trouble kid. I was just one of those cheeky, crazy kids running around.