I Pretty Much Operate On Adrenaline And

I Feel Like My Eyes Have Gonorrhea.

I Don't Remember The First Stunt I Ever Did.

I'm The Fun Dad, I Am Also The Disciplinarian.

A Couple Days Before The Stunts, If I'm Doing Something Particularly Dangerous, I Will Go Over Every Worst-case Scenario In My Head, Like This Could Happen, This Could Happen, This Could Happen, This Could Happen. I Try To Think About That To Where It's Ingrained In Me.

I Have A Full Grown, Semi-nude Man Bound With Duct Tape In My Truck And I Was Trying To Get Out To The Desert To Bury Him. How Do I Get To 5 South?