I’m still a kid. I’m like six years old. But it’s just a matter of wanting to get up, it’s just a big journey. I felt like when I left home that I was on a journey, and I still am.
If you spend all day on horseback, and you hop off, you walk around like you still have a horse between your legs. And it affects your shoulders. They fall.
It’s like anything in life, visualizing the old man you’re going to become: As long as you have a clear picture of that – the life you want to lead – eventually you’ll probably get there.
I’m an extremely private dude and all this is happening so damn quick. I really haven’t had any time to rationalize it. But it’s nothing that I’m going to let freak me out or take control of me or my thoughts or my real life.
Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos, and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair.
