I crossed a bridge in the trunk of a car. I rode a rollercoaster at a rave. I danced in the middle of an otherwise empty skating rink floor with tons of people watching me. I performed for thousands of people across the country. I drove the opposite way for hours with an RV full of passed out ravers after a party. I won a karaoke contest. I flew on a lear jet by myself. I slept in a hot barn in Iowa in a sleeping bag with a girl. I got tied up with phone cord in a bathroom. I went to Bonnaroo with just a small bag and met people and stayed with them. I’ve been to jail. I went skinny-dipping in Jamaica. I’ve done so many things that I don’t wanna write about. I had a stroke. I refuse to let that be the last major thing on that list.