Mark Kerr

I, like, I can't explain it.

I keep using the word surreal, but it doesn't describe it.

Like I was saying, my son, when he watched it, and just flipping out, like talking to me, like on the side, like I was saying, like literally just going, Dad.

Dad, he's got your mannerisms.

He's got your speech mannerisms.

But you imagine, like, I'm picturing my son.

He's in New York when he watched that.

And so I'm picturing him in the corner of the lobby of the theater talking with his back to everybody going, oh, my God, Dad.

Like, it's like a doppelganger.

He's got all of it, you know, like full-blown, like, it was like the, because a lot of my saying for myself is I can't see the forest through the trees.

I'm in the middle of it.

Am I looking at it objectively?

Am I really looking at it?

Or am I seeing something and hear my son say, oh, my gosh, Dad, he nailed it.

Unbelievable.

It's completely... So...

With DJ, I kept trying to say to him, you don't have to do this, dude.

Like, you don't have to do this.

And he would stop me and he would go, yeah, I do.

You don't have to totally be me?