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He's like a bunch of my friends: creative and talented and not doing shit. He's scared. I recognize it, cuz I'm scared, too. Doing shit is scary, waking up is scary, getting up every morning, looking in the mirror, and trying to like yourself is fucking hard. I get it. I keep telling him, "All you got to do is do!" I'm saying it over and over. "All you got to do is do!"
I'm hugging him, telling him I love him.
I woulda ran a busto with Brad.
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