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When I come back home to my farm in Virginia to recharge, I have to go to a public gym to train (I’m building a gym on my property) and try to get in and out as fast as possible without drawing a crowd. While working out, I tell people no pictures I just want to train and a handshake will have to do. Then as I’m pulling out of the parking lot I see all these women briskly walking to my truck with eyes wide... I shift gears to drive off and see them in the rearview waving at me saying “come back“.. I start loudly cussing at myself “SUM BITCH“ in the truck because I know what’s can’t ever drive away when I see women or kids. I back up. She starts crying and starts singing my favorite Taylor Swift song. I make a joke about the great moonshine we have in Virginia. We take selfies. They share really amazing thoughts with me about why they’re big fans and I drive away feeling like the luckiest SOB on the planet to meet such amazing fans. This kinda stuff will always be the best part of fame (...)
