 I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to live life like in the books. I was reading Kerouac and Steinbeck, and I wanted to be out on the road. I thought the idea of being a drifter sounded pretty cool. And I realized I just couldn't write those books because I hadn't lived yet. You know, I wanted freedom. And I think there was just this really deep sense in me that if my father was someone incredible, that I would feel some hope about who I could be. It would be a reflection of what I could be in my life.