People run around with their silly little problems. Heh. You wanna know what my silly little problems are?
If I fuck up, some people's kids will die. From hunger. Every single fucking day, it's like that.
I fuck up, some people die. And sometimes, you just have to prove to your friends that you're worth a damn.
Shit I'm doing, it's not just for me. It's for other people as well. And it's not just them. They have their own responsibilities to take care of. Their own people. It's the kind of pressure cooker I put myself under.
It's hard being smart and self-aware, you know? It's really tough. I am so fucking cool.