It's like I'm in a closet in a college dorm room.

I feel like a nude little piece of white meat out here.

It's a recipe for disaster.

You get diarrhea out here, you dehydrate from the inside out - you leave the gene pool.

So I'm pampering myself to a homemade stone pumice session, to sand down my feet because I'm worth it.

It's like walking on a 1970 blaze orange shag carpet in a kitchen.

I know I look like a piece of sausage to those lions. A sausage with braids.