EXTRACT: I love ya mate. Bloody hell. I uh- I'm not looking for God, or the Devil or any of that. Haven't been to church since… I think Nan took me when I was a kid. I dunno. I'm not really the praying type. And I haven't tried in a while. So it's worth a fucken shot. Sandra, if you're listening out there, or looking down or something, just ah- Just know that I'm doing my best with our son. Which is not very good. But it's all I can do. He's a good boy, gonna turn into a good man. But I want him to have more than what I've given him. I want him to be able to go on holidays to anywhere he likes. Find a wife and have some kids of his own, buy them the things I've never been able to buy him. I just want him to have something better. Not what I've got. I miss you, Sandy. Every fucken day. Two years later and it still hurts not having you here. I haven't tried talking to you in a while so you've missed out on a little bit. You wouldn't be real proud of me.
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EXTRACT: There's this weird thing that I don't really understand about the world. It's that there's some things that you can do, and no one will bat an eyelid, they won't notice or they won't care. And sometimes these are bad things. Things that you shouldn't do, like speeding, or downloading illegal music, or swearing at children or whatever. Most of the time people just don't care. But then- But you can say to them “I think I might like to draw, or to work with the homeless or to not be connected to my phone” and it's insane. It's an idea that they can't get into their head. And the more I think about it, the less sense it makes to me. There's no way that I can explain it, I just want to be what I want to be. It feels right.