Think what you want, this is what we are.

So I went and visited a doctor and he diagnosed me with reactive arthritis.

I made a conscious effort to make a record that would affect people in a good way rather than the last one, which affected people in a bad way.

Yes, I am old enough to grow a beard actually. So ner-ner-ner-ner

I think I definitely got scared by the second or third time a doctor told me I was dying.

I am doing everything humanly possible to try and get well, but lately things have just kept getting worse.

It just makes everything more pleasurable when you've got someone that emotionally is there to rely on.