There are days when I can hear men tying their shoe laces in the gallery.
I realize I'm not a machine. I'm going to make mistakes.
What the hell, I paid my dues.
Every shot makes someone happy.
I'm glad I don't have to make a living farming. Too much hard work. Too many variables you don't have control over, like, is it going to rain? All I can say is, god bless the real farmers out there.
When things are going good they just keep going good.