He’s a better person than me because I would NOT have stopped at the headrest. There would’ve been blood on sight. I’m actually so fucking mad right now. Pure rage.
George was FUCKING INSANE all weekend long. HE WAS FUCKING INSANE and then the car just DIED halfway through the race. I’m sick.
Happy for Max on the podium, obviously, but I’m way too pissed off about George to fully enjoy any of this. I should be asleep but instead I’m lying here full of hatred and violence.











