John Popper

Yes.

It just hit Wednesday.

No, don't tell him.

More for us.

I don't want to run out.

So my point is that you would be, eventually, you'd be like, I'm still bored.

Eventually, if you had everything you want, you would still be bored, and there'd be something that would make you want to take your moped, your Pook Magnum 2.

I remember you had one of those.

And scamper off.

At 20 miles an hour into the woods, Herringtown Woods, and smoke a dube and play to the sun setting and feel like that's the most important thing.

And that's the thing is you want to feel like it's really important.

It's about self-important.

Wow, I'm playing my music.

Like you need to have that angsty thing when you're a teenager.

Well, I have this theory, and I've probably used you, and you can take this in the spirit in which it's intended, hopefully.

Okay, let it rip.

But if John Popper was getting laid all through high school— I wouldn't touch the damn thing.

That's what I'm saying.

You got it.

See, that's different than porn.