 Honestly, I don't feel very good anymore in life unless I have nail art, and it completely baffles my mother. She doesn't understand. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel part of something. And when my father was dying, oh, man, I got such good nail art, and they glued all of these objects to the tip of my finger. And while it got in the way and was kind of uncomfortable, it was like looking down at my hand, I remembered...