I always worry that my brother's gonna like knock me out. I'm roughing up Blanket of doom. Do you fight with your brother often? Never. My dad always made it clear that he was like, I'll fucking fuck your shit up. You remember most clothes? Oh, and if I was saying, man, help me and love you. And then you could hold on to me and swing me around. It's just that feeling of being picked up by, whoa, by a grown man. That is like being a child again.