“I was doing a show in Fife, Alabama 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, whatcha readin' for?"
Isn't that the weirdest fucking question you've ever heard? Not what am I readING, but what am I reading FOR? Well, godammit, ya stumped me! Why do I read? Well... hmmm... I dunno... I guess I read for a lot of reasons, and the main one is so I don't end up being a fucking waffle waitress.”
“We decided to do a Belgian waffle breakfast at the VFW [three] Sundays ago. Four or five volunteers got together and put it on. People flooded in. We had a wide variety of ages; people were unbelievable. The guy from the Guilford Lobster Pound knew Bubba and gave a $100 check; that got us started.”