You don’t have to throw yourself out of a moving car to feel like you’re calling the ball. That’s easy. You jump out of an airplane, you don’t have choices after that. Maybe you play some chicken with the ground, but you pull the rip cord, you live. But if you have a roof over your head, you have food, you have walls… you have choices. And without walkers and bullets and s*** hitting the fan, you’re accountable for them. I mean, hell, you’re always accountable. It’s just with all that other noise, you know people won’t notice.