It's my first time here.
Been having a good time.
There's so many crazy peoplehere-- crazy street people.
And I love that, man.
Grew up in a small town wherethere was only one crazy guy.
He didn't even go insanedoing anything good,
like going to Nam or havingan extended acid trip.
Turns out, legend has it hejust had some bad cheese.
Don't get me wrong though, man.
He was messed up.
He was always walkingaround town going, oh, god.
You know one think I've noticed?
Whenever you see crazy peoplewalking down the street talking
to themselves, alot of times they
wouldn't look quite so insaneif they had a kid with them.
They're walking around going,the chicken doesn't go ruff.
The chicken goes bwok bwok.
The dog goes ruff.
But completely in controlif there was a kid there.
I think it's just amatter of props, really.
See the guy walking down thestreet arguing with himself.
Give him a littlecellular phone.
He'll look likehe's a businessman.
No, I said quit calling me.
You know, terrorism's weird.
You guys hear aboutthat bombing recently?
That kind of stuff-- the NewYork Trade Center getting
bombed-- that kind ofstuff freaks me out, man.
The worst thing is,like, suicide squads.
Guys that, for thegovernment or country, will
tape dynamite to theirvehicle and drive
into a crowd ofpeople or an embassy.
I always wonder, how dothey recruit those guys?
What, do they have, like, agovernment-run suicide hotline
Kids calling at all hours ofthe night, going, I hate my mom.
My girlfriend's a total wench.
I'm going to kill myself.
Hey, that's really too bad.
Do you know how todrive a stick shift?