I pretty much operate on adrenaline and ignorance.
I think I'm a little concussed.
I do get obsessed with constantly thinking of ideas, all day long, but that's just how it is.
I have a full grown, semi-nude man bound with duct tape in my truck and I was trying to get out to the desert to bury him. How do I get to 5 South?
What calmed me down finally was when my girlfriend got pregnant.
Everyone gets hurt, but I've probably had the most injuries.