I tell you this because as an artist, I think you'll understand.

Sometimes when I'm driving, on the road at night,

I seek two headlights coming toward me.

Fast, I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly,

head on into the oncoming car.

I can anticipate the explosion,

the sound of shattering glass,

flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.

Right.

Well, I have to go now to end,

because I'm doing back on the planet Earth.

No matter what stadium I broadcast from,

I would always have to find the closest bathroom.

Just in case I had that sudden urge to go.

I see world's records in my room set just about every single day.

Some people think a world's record is what set at the Olympics

or at the end of a baseball season.

I see this every single day,

and not just sometimes once.

What are you then?

Some sort of prick?

Some sort of idiot?

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