“I went through this period where my best friend and I would go out every night. We would go out, get so drunk that we couldn’t make a rational decision, a couple times after the bars closed then he would drive me out all the way to Las Vegas. Once we got there we would just crash and come back in the morning. That time was really important to me—the rush of going ‘til you can’t stop, making bad decisions, only living once. When I was a kid I used to feel like, Why can’t we just keep driving, past our house, past our exit. And with my friend we just did whatever gave us goosebumps. We never really saw Vegas, it was about leaving Los Angeles, then the long drive back.”
