Another Comic-Con. Another crowd. People all excited to be here, probably thinking he’s some big deal just because they’re seeing him in person. Yeah, he gets it. He gets it. He’s been around long enough for that to not feel as special anymore. But still, there’s something about these events. The energy. The passion. Everyone’s here because they love something—whether it’s comics, wrestling, or whatever else. It’s a nice change of pace. He respects that.

He’s not the guy who’s gonna jump in front of a crowd and start smiling like some over-the-top celebrity. No, he doesn’t do that. He doesn’t do the fake stuff. He’s just a guy who shows up, does his thing, and doesn’t expect much else. Maybe he’s got a reputation for being grumpy, and he’s okay with that. But he knows what else he’s learned? If you’re real with people, they’ll respect you. He doesn’t need to put on a show, and you doesn’t need him to either.

But hey, if they’re here because they love something, I’m not gonna ruin that for them. Enjoy it. This place is a reminder that it’s okay to be passionate about what you care about. “I’ll be over here, doing my thing, but I respect what you’re about. If you want to chat, great, I’m happy to talk. If not, that’s cool too. Just don’t expect me to be anything I’m not.”