I Think Someone Follows Me. They Do

I Remember When I Was A Teenager Thinking My Girlfriend Was Cheating On Me, And Going Around Riling Myself Up. Pretending To Cry. It Was Totally Illegitimate-i Actually Didn't Feel Anything. I Went To Some Pub And Then Went Crying All The Way Home. And I Got Into My Dog's Bed. I Was Crying And Holding On To The Dog. I Woke Up In The Morning, And The Dog Was Looking At Me Like, 'you're A Fake.'

No, Not Really. I Mean, At The End Of The Day, It's Just A Part. You Just Go Into It, And Like Your Life, You're Walking Along The Street, As A Really Bad Analogy, You Step On A Little Stone, And It Just Kind Of Flies Away And You Have No Idea Where It's Going. And Then You Are Just Trying Not To Drown Afterwards. And That's My Life. See, That Was Really Terrible.

If It's Just Screaming - And I Know This Sounds So Ridiculous - That Gets Old. But Sometimes When There's Literal Chaos, It's Like Being In A War Zone, And That's Kind Of Exciting. You're Just Running Through The Crowd Of People Chasing After You And No One Knows What's Going On.

As Soon As You Have Someone Who's Providing Stuff To React To, Especially Working With A Baby, It's Great.

The Only Way To Establish Any Kind Of Mystique, Is To Completely Shut Up And Never Talk To Anyone. And I'm Contractually Obligated Not To Shut Up.