You’ll want to run more and talk more 😱 even. You’ll want to play the most fun games of soccer with the lads at the AstroTurf you’ll have ever played, maybe. You’ll want to maybe purchase a boxing bag and gloves and try and quit the smokes because, well, obviously that shit ain’t no good for anyone. To run though, a marathon eventually and in my own personalised favourite time. This was always a thing of process. I just wanna be my number-one fan out there, to make the difference for myself first and foremost. It’s all good, it’s all gonna be good for as long as I can manage it with the ocd. Yeah, I have ocd, but I sure as shit ain’t my ocd. I have proven that, I believe, literally a million times in how I have soldiered-on like a fucking machine.