Mark Hoppus also talked with Vanity Fair:

“I fail a lot and I still get mad at dumb shit, and I still get depressed sometimes, and sometimes I’ll waste a whole day fucking looking at my phone and Instagram when I should be out looking at art and creating and doing fun stuff,” says Hoppus. “But I really, after cancer, have tried to cherish every day, every relationship. It’s made me reevaluate a lot.”

The Guardian also sat down with content-king Mark Hoppus:

He says he loved their penniless early days more than any other part of their career; in an era when artists talk about the deleterious effect of touring on their mental health, there is something uplifting about the glee with which he describes building an audience by touring grotty clubs in a knackered van, perpetually skint and unwashed. “Totally the most fun,” he says. “I mean, it’s the fucking worst, trying to find the next venue or a fucking shower – the quest for a shower is insane. We would go days with no shower and you’re in the gnarly heat, playing in the middle of the day in 92% humidity in some parking lot in New Jersey. But skateboarding, playing in a band, driving down freeways shooting fireworks at each other – what more could you hope for in your early 20s?