He doesn’t say much. What he doesn’t say is in some ways just as important.
First of all, I love what he builds, but on a deeper level he scares the pee out of me. I couldn’t imagine looking out my window and seeing him going at a melon in my back yard.
Sure, he’s going to rock when the end comes, but is he going to slow down long enough to realize I’ve still got a heartbeat?
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