Our $40,000 Private Jet Flight

I wanted of fucking— I wanted to scream.

I was— you're gonna stress yourself out.

I know, I know, I know, I know. And I try to— I try to calm myself down, but for— if we were in that car for 7, 10 more minutes, I would have screamed. But, but— and I know, I know what this— I know what this sounds like. This sounds like, like a prissy bitch.

no, she bitched it out. No, it does, but, but to me, it's almost like a men— it's like anxiety. It's like a mental, like, block I experience. It's like something serious, like something like— it's like when someone says, um, I have depression and you say, wha…

but you understand that when we got there, we didn't do anything. Like, it was another hour to get on the plane. How long do we wait to get on the plane?

We were going so slow, my hand was shaking, dude. I was having like withdrawals.