John Popper

Where are we now?

Princeton?

Oh, Princeton's where I grew up.

Princeton.

Well, I didn't even tell you the kicker of the arrest story.

Oh, the arrest story, yes.

So I'm in the airport, and everyone's looking at me like they caught me masturbating because they all are like, hi, John.

And it's weird being known for something you weren't trying to be known for.

But the kicker is I go through the metal detector, and I forgot I had a metal container full of weed in my coat after just being arrested.

It didn't set the thing off.

Wow.

It was as if God had said, you've had enough, son, and patted me on the head and sent me on my way.

I feel like if you are going to— Thank God for our airport security.

—be in a blues band— Which is why I would be packing the weapons in the first place.

If anybody—if there's even blues attached to anything you do, you should get a free pass.

Like, you're not a commercial airline pilot.

You don't drive a school bus.

Yeah, but rules are rules.

The dumbest thing, the moral of the story is if you go 110 miles an hour in population, you pay a price.

Because we see the cop running to his car, and that's when we instantly pulled over and felt bad.