I heard Open Arms by Journey on the radio the other day and I'm sorry to say that I enjoyed it and sang along like a total faggot in my car.

So now I fuckin' cooooooome to yoooouuuu with fuckin' ooooopen aaarms, fuckin' nothing to hide, fuckin' believe all I said, so heeeeere I am, with fuckin' pooped aaaarms, hoping you'll see, what your fuckin' love means to me, open fuckin' arms

Go back to the crypt and lay off the bourbon, Mr. Vigoda

You don't tell me my business. I'll fuckin' drink all I want. I'll fuckin' hit my girlfriend all I want. I'm a beloved pop culture icon and legend of the stage and screen and I deserve reverence God DAMMIT. Not you and this stupit bitch riding my ghostly ass about my binge drinking. "Lay off the bourbon" they say "You're gonna get esophageal cancer" they say. Fuck.

Sorry. I always though John Krasinski would play a good young you in a biopic.

It's alright. I'm sorry I cussed. And I never thought about it, but you're right. He's got big, stupid features like me. Add a bit of sexy ear hair and he's exactly a young me.

What if your younger brother used to be rich, you fucked your sister and abandoned your mother on her death bed?

Aside from this obvious game-changer, the OP’s point still stands

Fuck off Edge.