 Look, I'm writing my book. There's nights where I'm writing and I'm a father and a husband. I'm writing at two o'clock in the morning. I'm exhausted. And I pause and I reread what I wrote. And I think, dear God, I actually have to write this. Nobody's going to believe me. They're going to call me all kinds of crazy, vile names. Sure enough, they did. But everything I wrote came true.