I won the 2007 U.S. Open and 2009 Masters in my late 30s, largely because of my confident driving.
My father belonged to a commune, and the food was ghastly. My idea of food hell is the salad cream they'd pour all over bits of lettuce, cucumber and tomato. It was just disgusting.
I got completely fed up with that Hollywood blockbuster mentality. I couldn't take it seriously any longer.
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