I was in Nashville, Tennessee last year. After the show I went to a Waffle House. I'm not proud of it, I was hungry. And I'm alone, I'm eating, and I'm reading a book, right? Waitress walks over to me: 'Hey, what are you readin' for?' Isn't that the weirdest fuckin' question you've ever heard? Not what am I reading, but what am I reading FOR? Well, goddammit, ya stumped me! Why do I read? Well. . . Hmmm... I don't know... I guess I read for a lot of reasons and the main one is, so I don't end up being a fuckin' waffle waitress.