What’s with the antiques?
I said earlier that I hadn’t gotten very far in life – geographically speaking, of course. Anyway, it’s because I value the past, the history of something. I like that a piece of furniture is banged up. If a chair has a burn mark on the arm, I like thinking about the guy who put his cigar there when it was in the pool hall. And I’m very comfortable with it all because I don’t buy fine antiques. If somebody picks something up to admire it and they break it, it’s okay. It’s not about fine art. It’s about living the past.
