And god, how typically Jay to take the time to record a voicemail welcome message, but then to half-ass the execution. Yes, I will give you my phone number, but then I’ll write it so small you have to hurt your eyes to read it. Yes, I will play in a band and bare my soul through song, but the instant I’m onstage performing, I will shut down and stare at the floor. Yes, I will train with you in the forest and even joke with you like old times, but the instant you want answers about the past, I will retreat and reject you.
