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Assholes have been around since the dawn of time itself, from the first caveman who killed for shits and giggles to the first ever bloke to be called "CUNT!" in public. Contrary to popular belief we are not hipsters. We are nihilistic hippies, disillusioned idealists, curmudgeons, misanthropes, artists, musicians, writers, poets, cunts, fuck-buddies, drunks, tea-heads, junkies, music snobs, elitists, internet trolls, bored, happy, rich, poor, primal, primitive, impulsive, lewd, hate personified, flowers of the same fucking feather flocking together... we are assholes.
I’ve noticed a certain anti-intellectualism going around this country; since about 1980, oddly enough. … I was in Nashville, Tennessee, and after the show I went to a Waffle House. I’m not proud of it, but I was hungry. And I’m sitting there eating and reading a book. I don’t know anybody, I’m alone, so I’m reading a book. The waitress comes over to me like, [gum smacking] “What’chu readin’ for?” I had never been asked that. Not “What am I reading?”, but “What am I reading for?” Goddangit, you stumped me. Hmm, why do I read? I suppose I read for a lot of reasons, one of the main ones being so I don’t end up being a fucking waffle waitress.
