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I've always had issues with my temper.

When I look back at myself during those years when everything was blowing up, I think maybe at first I was a little, you know, too aggressive and loud. It was like I had this voice and I had to be heard. ''Don't f--- with me,'' to the point where people must have been wondering, Why is this dude so angry? Is he on crack? Is he on crystal meth? I go back and see old interviews and even now I wonder, Why was I so hyper?

I went through a phase back then when I was shooting pistols in the air behind the studio and, you know, pulling guns out, pointing a pistol in somebody's face, not even realizing that I could've gone to jail for that s---.

Back then I was living on a main road, Hayes Street, and random people used to come and knock on my door all the time. The first album had gone four times platinum. I finally had some money. I remember thinking, I have a house, I can park in back. It was the first time in my life I'd had a real home that I could call my own and nobody was going to be able to throw me out. Directly across the street there was a trailer park. Wouldn't you know it? Sometimes kids would sit and wait for me to come out.

Other times they didn't even bother to wait. They would just come and bang on the door. The doorbell kept ringing. I was starting to lose it. As soon as I would open the front door the camera flashes would go off. They'd start clapping. I was losing my mind. I got up in one kid's face with a pistol. Unloaded, but still. Was that the right thing to do?

Hell, no. But my temper was out of control. Thank God I was in enough control to not do something tragic. I had to move out of there before I wound up hurting somebody.

My mood can change quickly. It's always been that way. When I was drinking, I could be in a good mood — just loving everybody and feeling like everything was great — then somebody would say the wrong s--- to me, and before you knew it there was nothing my bodyguards could do to stop me from reacting and at least punching, spitting, or kicking a few times before they could get to me. It would be the simplest s--- that would set me off, like somebody looking at me hard. And I could not stop until I felt like I'd done something to make that person accountable, to make that person learn his lesson. Afterward, I would be full of apologies, just saying ''I'm sorry'' over and over. I'd feel like such an idiot for acting like that. Like, Why can't I control this?

You all saw the Triumph thing go down at the MTV Video Music Awards, right? That's a pretty perfect example. I mean, there I am, sitting in my seat, and they announce that I'm up for an award, presented by Christina Aguilera. I had said some things about her in the past, Moby had said some things about me, and I had said some things back about him. So I'm sitting there next to Proof, and they bring in Moby and sit him like two rows directly behind us. So now I'm like, Okay, what's going on? What are they trying to do? I've got Moby behind me, and Christina up onstage, and then this dog puppet gets up in my face. I'd been so busy touring and doing my own s--- that I hadn't had time to watch TV, so I had no idea what that dog was. All I saw was Moby and Christina and this dude who's sticking his hand in my face, trying to be funny. I didn't even see the puppet, you know? My natural reaction was, ''Get the f--- out of my face. Get your f---ing hand out of my face.'' And that's when I kind of lost it and a half. I should have kept my composure, but instead I stuck my fingers basically on Moby's nose. Right in his face, like, ''F--- you.''

When they told me I won the award, I went up there and gave Christina a hug, because there wasn't a real beef with her. I was just dissing her to separate myself 'cause I didn't want to be classified as a pop artist. When I hugged her, I thought I was being as mature as I could be. But when I got behind closed doors in the green room, I threw a fit. There was a cooler with drinks in it, and I asked if anybody wanted to grab a water or something. Nobody did. So I picked up the cooler and threw it against the wall and kind of f---ed up the whole room, basically.

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Source: EW.com


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Kitap yolda!

Benim her zaman, benim halimle çıkışlarım vardı.
Benim, her şeyin, patlatıyor olduğu zaman kendimde o yıllar esnasında arkaya baktığım zaman, ben, belki başta benim, biraz olduğumu düşünürüm, sen, bilirsin, fazla saldırgan ve yüksek sesli. O, benim, bu sesim olduğu gibiydi, ve ben, duyulmak zorundaydım. "yapmaz mı — benle", noktaya insanların, nerede merak etmekte olmalı olduğu, niye bu züppe, öyle kızgındır? O, çatlakta mıdır? O, kristalde meth midir? Ben, dönerim, ve yaşlı görüşmeleri görürüm, ve ben şimdi bile, merak ederim, ben, niyeydim, bundan dolayı reklamcı?
Ben, sonra benim, stüdyonun arkasında havada tabancaları vuruyor olduğum zaman bir evre boyunca arkada gittim, ve, sen, bilirsin, birisinin yüzünde bir tabanca işaret etmek, silahları çıkarmak benim, o s için hapsetmeye gitmiş olabildiğim düzenli fark etme değil—.
Sonra benim, ana bir yolda yaşıyor olduğum arka, saman caddesi, ve rasgele insanlar, gelirdi, ve daima benim kapımda vururdu. İlk albüm, dört kere platinine gitmişti. Benim sonunda, bazı param vardı. Ben, düşünmeyi hatırlarım, benim, bir evim var, ben, arkada park edebilirim. Benim, benim, benim kendiminkini çağırabildiğim gerçek bir eve sahip olmuş olduğum benim yaşamımda ilk zamandı, ve hiç kimse, beni dışarı atamayacaktı. Caddenin dosdoğru karşısında, bir fragman parkı vardı. Sen, onu bilmeyecek miydin? Bazen çocuklar, oturacaktı, ve çıkmam için beni bekleyecekti.
Onlar diğer zamanlar hatta, beklemeye sıkıntı vermedi. Onlar sadece, gelecekti, ve kapıda çarpacaktı. Kapı zili, çalmayı tuttu. Ben, onu kaybetmeye başlıyordum. Ben, ön kapıyı açacak olunca, kamera parıltıları, patlayacaktı. Onlar, alkışlamaya başlayacaktı. Ben, benim aklımı kaybediyordum. Ben, bir tabancayla bir çocuğun yüzünde kalktım. Boşaltılan, ama hala. O, yapması için doğru şey miydi?
Cehennem, hayır. Ama benim halim, kontrolden dışarıydı. Ben Tanrıya şükürdüm, yeteri kadar kontrolde bir şey, trajik yapmaz mı. Ben, oradan dışarı hareket etmek zorundaydım, ben, birisini yaralamanın yukarısı yaralamadan önce.
Benim havam, çabukça değiştirebilir. Her zaman o şekilde olmuş olur. Benim, içiyor olduğum zaman, ben, iyi bir havada olabilirdim — herkesin ve hissin, her şeyi beğendiği adil sevme, büyüktü — sonra birisi, yanlış s'e diyecekti — bana, ve, sen, orada onu bilmeden önce, benim korumalarımın, tepki göstermek ve en az yumruklamadan beni durdurmaya yapabildiği hiçbir şey değildi..
çeviri haber ilk çıktında apar topar yaptım için biraz karışık fakat çıktı kitap ancak türkiyeye ne zaman gelir bilemem!