Like I obviously don’t need monuments built to me or something to prove I was there. It’s just weird having places which felt like an inescapable part of your life now be spaces where you are a complete stranger and sometimes an unwanted one at that. Life moves on though, with or without you,

For real, like if ever there was a time to bring the bicycle back.

Why did you start a riot in that Target then?

Yeah but said restaurant was out of spaghetti