I didn't get to go to school.
I'm extremely, uh, dyslexic.
And just so you guys knowwhat that entails,
when I was a kid,I couldn't read, right?
I was terrible at sports,which is such a waste
of an athletic frame.
Yet I was bizarrely confident.
I used to call my first gradeteacher "sweetheart."
He hated it. He didn't...
My friends,they, like, downplay dyslexia.
They're always like, "Well,you just have trouble reading
and writing." I'm like, "Yeah,
"just kind ofthe two major things that
separate usfrom the other creatures."
My mom used to always tryto make me feel better.
She would tell me, "Well, yeah,but you're good with people."
And that meant so much to me,till at one point
I heard someone say thatabout a Labradoodle.
(chuckles) The only waythat I'd finish school...
the only way that I'd finishschool was, my mom,
she would, like, help mewith my homework, right?
She'd basically kind of, like,just do my homework.
And if your mom doesyour homework,
parent-teacher conferencesare so different.
Because the teacherwould be like,
"Well, Phil needsto put in more effort."
And my mom would say,"How dare you?
He's working full-timeand raising three kids."