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I asked him once what goes on in his head when he’s on stage. He said: ‘It’s a fight. It’s a fucking fight between me and the crowd. I’ll go out, look out into the audience, and I’ll pick on someone and glare at them all the way through. I’m out there every night to prove that it’s my stage, not the crowd’s.

I asked him once what goes on in his head when he’s on stage. He said: ‘It’s a fight. It’s a fucking fight between me and the crowd. I’ll go out, look out into the audience, and I’ll pick on someone and glare at them all the way through. I’m out there every night to prove that it’s my stage, not the crowd’s.

I asked him once what goes on in his head when he’s on stage. He said: ‘It’s a fight. It’s a fucking fight between me and the crowd. I’ll go out, look out into the audience, and I’ll pick on someone and glare at them all the way through. I’m out there every night to prove that it’s my stage, not the crowd’s.

I asked him once what goes on in his head when he’s on stage. He said: ‘It’s a fight. It’s a fucking fight between me and the crowd. I’ll go out, look out into the audience, and I’ll pick on someone and glare at them all the way through. I’m out there every night to prove that it’s my stage, not the crowd’s.
I asked him once what goes on in his head when he’s on stage. He said: ‘It’s a fight. It’s a fucking fight between me and the crowd. I’ll go out, look out into the audience, and I’ll pick on someone and glare at them all the way through. I’m out there every night to prove that it’s my stage, not the crowd’s.
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