How old are you again?
Twenty-seven.
Well, let me tell you something: It goes very fucking fast from here on out. I can’t believe I’m forty already and probably halfway through my life.
That’s optimistic, hard as you party.
Yeah, fuck you. When I was younger, it was like I had all the time in the world. If I wasted a day here, a week there, it was no big deal. Now I’m on a runaway train. I’m still wasting time, but, man, I know it now and get so pissed at myself. Like, You fucking idiot.
What didn’t you do that you wish you had?
I’m not talking about that. What bugs me is all the things I’m not gonna get to do because I’m gonna run out of time.
Like what?
Like I wanted to learn Spanish. But now it’s too late. And kung fu. I should’ve started that as a kid. And magic.
Magic?
Coin tricks and shit. There’s all this stuff I might’ve been great at. Who knows?