My brain is so anxiety-prone like a pinball machine. If I don't get up in the morning and focus my thinking my breathing and my being for about 12 minutes I'm just a screwball all day long.
Dwight is a sad clown. You've seen those paintings of sad clown.
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
In the end I didn't get a top car any more. I had no toughness left. That was the reality.
