I hate suitcases. With a passion.
I cleaned my room - I've been living out of suitcases. I live in London; I've been here six years and I still haven't got myself an English phone.
I'm flowing and letting things happen as they happen. I want to be living out of suitcases on the road. I'm open to the universe, whatever comes my way. I feel like a hippie - but hey, it works.
Miami gave me an opportunity to grow. I wanted to see if I was really a one-team guy, or if I picked up my suitcases and set up shop somewhere else, would I be able to make the team?
My parents were European immigrants. They came to the States with $1,500, two suitcases, and me, and they managed to build a business, a family, and a future for their family. They didn't have any of the resources of people who have lived here for two or three generations.
I'm the breadwinner. I kill the spiders. Actually I don't kill them. I put them in a plastic bag and take them outside. I take out the trash cans. I change the light bulbs. I lug the 50 lbs. suitcases down the stairs.
I taught my girls to pick up their own suitcases. Pretty is as pretty does.
I've always hated the idea of carrying grudges and resentments around like a load of mouldy suitcases.
Man in Booth at Massage Parlor: Hey, everybody that comes in there has got a package under their arms. Some guys are carrying suitcases full of stuff.
