Billy Bob Thornton

And Tom Mayhew, our tour manager for the band, he and I were talking about it.

We were talking about how now when we get in the shower, you know, like we're in a hotel, and you get in the shower, you grab the fucking handicap rail and you go really slow.

I don't have to, but I do because something up here tells me

Here's my age now.

If I fall, I'll be dead in six weeks because I'll break my hip and then I'll get pneumonia and I'm done.

And I'm like, I don't I feel 19.

But for some reason, going downstairs now, I don't just hop down the stairs anymore.

I take it one stair at a time.

You know, it's not real.

And it's not real that I don't know how to get around a fucking airport.

None of that shit's real.

And yet something happened to me where I think now I'm just this helpless fucking old man who, you know, is going to have to have my caretaker fucking, you know, get me to the gig, you know.

And then I go on stage and I'm just like, you know, it's like, wait a fucking minute.

You know, walking up the steps to the stage, I'm just like.

And I'd get up there and fucking go out to the edge of the stage and slap hands and shit.

If I fell off that fucking thing, it'd kill me instantly, but I'd do it.

So none of that shit's real.

It's weird.

Right?

Yeah.