I stand on my record: fifteen crashes and not a single fatality.
“Son, come here, heh heh heh. Of course I’m not mad. If something’s hard to do then it’s not worth doing. You just stick that guitar in the closet next to your short wave radio, your karate outfit and your unicycle, and we’ll go inside and watch TV.”“What’s on?”“It doesn’t matter.”
You used to be about the music.