 Yeah, yeah, someone at a gas station asked me if I went to Yale, and I remember feeling in that moment like I could identify as this elite Ivy Leaguer and feel like a traitor to my own home and my own family, or I could be a Middletonian, I could be the Southern Ohio boy who belonged, and I decided to be the Southern Ohio boy who belonged, and so I lied to her. I said, no, I don't go to Yale, but my girlfriend does.