I'm a real person that cares about his art and cares about what he's doing. I have a heart and a soul and I want to touch people and give.
If I see a spider in my house, I put it in a cup, and then I take it outside. I save it. What is wrong with me?
You start realizing that maybe you're the one night a month that people have out, and they don't need to hear your political views or how dark you can get. They just want to laugh for an hour and go home. Once I wrapped my head around that, my act evolved accordingly.

