Maybe there is no actual place called hell. Maybe hell is just having to listen to our grandparents breathe through their noses when they're eating sandwiches.
I think that was a moment of cool panic there.
I need to listen to chill music when I'm driving. It prevents road rage.
He always accuses me of trying to look cool, I was like, 'everybody tries...
I think certain people like to torture me because they think I've had it...
