The Time You Spend Hating On Someone

To Really Appreciate Life You Got To Know You're Going To Die.

I Don't Care If You're Gay, Black, Chinese, Straight. That Means Nothing To Me. It's All An Illusion.

There's A Lot Of People That I Disagree With That I Think I Could Have Interesting Conversations With. What I Don't Want To Get Into Is Manufactured Conflict. I Would Much Rather Talk To Someone Like Dr. Rhonda Patrick Or Randall Carlson And Be Mesmerized By Information. I Guess In A Way That's Selfish, Or Maybe Not Objective Of Me. The Older (and Hopefully Wiser) I Get The Less Interested I Am In Conflict. I Don't Mind Disagreeing With People In A Civil Way, But I Definitely Don't Want To Go Out Of My Way To Have An Argument Unless It's A Really Important Subject.

I Definitely Had One Guy Come Up To Me And Ask If I Knew Where To Get Dmt. He Had A Crewcut And He Didn't Look Like He'd Ever Done A Drug In His Life. He Didn't Seem Curious He Seemed Like He Wanted To Get Me To Do Something. Like "you're The Laziest Narc Ever Dude. This Is Ridiculous. What, Do You Think I Bring Drugs Around With Me? Are You Retarded? Why Don't You Go Find Gangsters?"

It's Impossible To Measure The Type Of Mental Strength And Determination That's Required To Be An Elite Wrestler.