I woke up at 3:54 a.m. with a full-on panic attack and a huge epiphany: I was going to die someday. I was going to END. And I know you can say that to yourself a million times, Live for the now!—I mean, it’s the message of half the Ben Stiller movies ever made—but you can’t understand something unless you FEEL it. Deep in your bones. For some reason that night, I felt it.
