Raised bya single mom.
You guys havemothers?
My mother likes everythingto mean something.
You know what I mean-- She wantsto attach meaning to things.
Last time I was home we weredriving her car, and I go,
"Hey, Ma, your odometerjust hit 60,000 miles."
And she goes,"that's good luck."
I go, "it is?"
And she's like, "well, it'sjust nice that you're here."
I was like, "you justcan't make up luck, Lady.
"You don't writefortune cookies, okay?
"That's notyour job."
But she loves it--Meaning.
We were outside talkin',having a conversation,
and as we were, abutterfly flew by.
My mother got quietand she goes,
"it's your grandmother."
And, like, I didn't wantto sell out my grandmother
and be like,"That's not nana!"
Because now myrealities changed.
Anytime I see a butterfly, or amoth I have to acknowledge it,
or I don'tlove my nana.
You know howembarrassing that is,
being at a professional footballgame with buddies tailgating,
flippin' burgers,drinkin' beers,
and having a butterflyfly by?
Bro, gonna havea huge game today.
Defense-- Number one inthe... in the league.
Jay, what's up?
Are you okay?
It's just, uh, it'sjust my grandmother.
Is she sick orwhat's goin' on?
That's herright there.
Just think I'm gonna lookup and see a butterfly
with my nana's facelike, "Hey, J.J.!
"What's youcookin', buddy?"
I'd be like, "why areyou following me, nana?"
She'd be like,"Have a butterscotch."