Would you have hired me if I had checked that box that said I had a mental illness? What kind of choice is that? Tell the truth, you don’t get the job. Lie, maybe they’ll never find out. What would you do? You’d lie.
You’re gonna love Florida, man! It’s fantastic. No snow. Ever! Nothing but sun or white beaches, palm trees — and oh! And pools! Pools in every fucking backyard. Every backyard, can you imagine that? Aw shit, I should watch my language — aw shit, fuck!