A lot of times, you beat a person who beat a person who can beat you. I mean, it doesn't make any sense.

Like bees creating a beehive or ants creating an anthill we're all moving along creating something and we're not sure what it is.

People for the most part can smell lies.

When you're jealous, especially of someone else's art or creations you automatically put up these selfish walls that reinforce your stupid ideas. It's hard to pull those walls down and look at what you're hiding. Look at your own weakness and realize that the jealousy came from knowing that you're intimidated by someone else's work, and that when you compare it to your own, you fall short.

When I started out I was definitely more traditional. It was 1988. Everyone was doing the Jerry Seinfeld.

You could smell my ass from mars.

I did a lot of crazy gigs man. I hosted a Jack and Jill strip club in Woonsocket Rhode Island which is this tiny depressing fishing town, all Portuguese immigrants and it's just a humorless, dark town.