Saying, “saying sorry is for sorry people” personally feels like bumping into serotonin with no remorse, ahhh, but I’m sorry. Basically, the City Art show in Philly at the time felt right to push, so I became a booster for it hard. But the infamous but…Bum early on the day of the show, around 3pm I woke up feeling free and false. Simply, I was involved in something I wouldn’t die(like, to die) for, and didn’t end up going. To all involved, don’t take it personal, it was personal idiosyncrasies.