I have a new saying, what I see in Vegas, I am telling everybody.

I'm curious by individuals that embrace half a story so they can justify how incomplete they feel about their own self worth.

I could take my time, and nobody was pressuring me to be a headliner. I could go up there, find my voice, and figure out what I wanted to do.

We're all gonna lie, we're all gonna cry, and we're all gonna take painful shits.

I grew up very self-loathing. I was a phobic. I had anxiety. I had panic attacks.

I always wanted to do a B&E. Not bacon and eggs. Although I could always go for bacon and eggs. I'm talking about breaking in and entering.

If you have to be at work at 8, it's always like, 7:54. Just enough time to do nothing. To just lay there and go, "I can't do anything! I can't even have an English muffin!