Health: Eminem is all cleaned up now

Eminem, oh yes I would. I don't know what makes somebody sexy, because Em isn't really that good looking -- but he's totally fuckable. He has a white trash swagger and anger issues that leave you wondering if he's going to smash you in the face with his mouth, or a fist. I go for crazy bitches. Those are the guys who always want to have nasty, emasculating shit done to them.

He tells Rolling Stone about...

Gaining weight: "I got up to between 220 and 230, about 80 pounds heavier than I am now. I was going to McDonald’s and Taco Bell everyday. The kids behind the counter knew me –- it wouldn’t even faze them. Or I’d sit up at Denny’s or Big Boy and just eat by myself. It was sad. I got so heavy that people started to not recognize me. I remember being somewhere and overhearing these kids talking. One of them said, ‘That’s Eminem,’ and the other said, ‘No it’s not, man – Eminem ain’t fat.’ I was like, ‘Motherfucker.’ That’s when I knew I was getting heavy."

Waking up in the hospital after overdosing on methadone: "The first thing I remember is trying to move, and I couldn’t. It’s like I was paralyzed – tubes all in me and shit. I couldn’t speak. The doctors told me I’d done the equivalent of four bags of heroin. They said I was about two hours from dying. I’d been out for two days, and when I woke up, I didn’t realize it was Christmas. So the first thing I wanted to do was call my kids. I wanted to get home, and show them that Dad’s OK."

Relapsing: "Addiction is a fucking tricky thing. I think I relapsed within…three weeks? And within a month it had ramped right back to where it was before. That’s what really freaked me out. As a father, especially, I want to be here for things – I don’t want to miss anything else. That’s when I knew: I either get help, or I am going to die."

Trying to get clean: "I tried some meetings – a couple churches and things. It tended to not do me much good. People tried to be cool, but I got asked for autographs a few times. It made me shut down. Instead I called a rehab counselor who’d helped me the first time. Now I see him once a week. I also started running like a fucking maniac. Seventeen miles a day, every day. I had days where I could hardly walk. Just replacing one addiction with another. In my mind I was trying to get down to –- what’s his name, in The Machinist? Christian Bale. Which was really fucking stupid. But I’d get a number of calories in my head I needed to burn, and no matter what, I would do it. I have a slight bit of OCD, I think. I’m not walking around flipping light switches. But when I say I’m going to do something, I have to do it."

His relationship with Elton John: "He’s like my sponsor. He calls me once a week to check on me, just to make sure I’m on the up-and-up. He was actually one of the first people I called when I wanted to get clean. He was hipping me to things like, ‘You’re going to see nature that you never noticed before.’ Shit you’d normally think was corny but that you haven’t seen in so long that you just go, ‘Wow! Look at that fucking rainbow!’ Or even little things -– trees, the color of leaves. I fucking love leaves now, man. I feel like I’ve been neglecting leaves for a long time."