When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.
“Nothing's sacred anymore. Those girls and I got so close. They were painting me naked every day for months. It was kind of like going to a really bizarre sleepover. It's what you guys imagine we do: One naked girl and seven pairs of hands all over her.”
“When I go home, I play with my baby dolls and strollers and stuffed animals, pretend like they're real dogs.”