brave, we're alive.

Yeah, thanks for

doing this and sorry for postponing.

I was in really difficult shape

the past few days,

but I think I'm going better.

I know I am because I can walk around again,

basically unassisted, and that's a really

awful feeling. Again, I

don't want to belabor these things because that's

depressing and it's lame but it's fucked up man to not be able to not be able to move around in

your own power you know and um i plan to be around for a minute. There's no guarantees.

And, you know, I may well be around for 30 or 40 years.

And I prefer not to be wheeling around like Christopher Reeve or something.

I mean, in his case, he got injured in an incredibly stupid way.

I mean, I'm not trying to be mean, but becoming a,

become a quadro because you were engaged in some foppish rich guy sport

and a horse, like, bucked you off and, like, broke your fucking brain.

That's really stupid.

You know, that's not, uh, that's not like having a degenerative disease or, it's like being a gladiator and getting, and getting like hit so hard by Jack Tatum that, like you just break. It's like, you know, I've become, I've become skilled equestrian. Look at my tights and my dressage. It's like, that's some faggot shit, man. You know, like, you shouldn't be doing that. I mean, I, I don't know. That was a stupid rant, but I, you have these kinds of thoughts that you're sick and your mind's fog. you've got a fever and you're like, I can't get up and walk around.

I'm like, am I going to turn into some asshole in a wheelchair?

Like, I mean, not people in wheelchers are in assholes, but I feel like one.

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