“I lost my head for a little while. I lost touch and I didn’t want to ask for directions. I did a couple really dumb interviews and it woke me up. … [It was] a very strange time. I’m glad I actually stayed out of the spotlight. Back then I would’ve said, ‘Let me get out and do Ellen and explain myself.’ It was like, ‘No, idiot. Go away – be 33 and 34 instead of 28 for the fourth year.’ I can’t sing, so I’m writing. I live in Montana – middle of nowhere. It’s really excellent. You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy. I remembered to get happy.”
Wow. Where did the douchebag we all not-so-affectionately called douchebag go? Oh, right—Montana. No, but really, he sounds good. He sounds like a dude who’s been through it and has learned. He sounds like what Lindsay Lohan should have sounded like three or four years ago, but it’s another story for another day, that.
Anyway, as much as I’ll miss hearing stories about addictive Tweeting and racist penises, and what it was like to bone some of Hollywood’s A-list women, I’m glad he’s doing well, all things considered.