I never want to feel like I’ve achieved my goal. It’s like Chinese farmers. They never admit that it’s a good season. They feel like they’ll be punished.
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.
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.
But the paparazzi are quite malicious and vocal and really rude, … And they camped outside of my house, so I started throwing eggs at them, lobbing them at rocks next to them.
