People have been telling me my whole life to get my shit together. Not to do anything that would jeopardise my career. I’ve always told them to fuck off. But they were right. They’ve always been right. Maybe that’s why I push so hard, and drive so fast – because I’m trying to escape the demons I know are chasing me. The demons that are always chasing me. The mistakes I’ve already made. If I drink enough, fuck enough, win enough, then one day I’ll be big enough that the demons can’t hurt me anymore.
