I'm carded for R-rated movies. And I get talked down to a lot. When I try to go rent a car or buy an airplane ticket or other stuff adults do I get 'Okaaaaaay honey.' I remember when I was 18 getting crayons in a restaurant.

Art is the stored honey of the human soul gathered on wings of misery and travail.

I had to weave and play around with a honey bear you know and I could wrestle with him a little bit but there's no way you can even wrestle a honey bear let alone a grizzly bear that's standing ten feet to eleven feet tall! Can you imagine? But it was fascinating to work that close to that kind of animal.