W: Doesn't it all make sense now?
J: No!
W: Did you, did you find the sideburns in the puzzle?
J: No!
W: They're in the bottom, they're taped to the bottom. Can I use them? Can I please staple them on? That is the key
J: You can do whatever you want. What you don't understand is that I thought it was a flower. But it wasn't, ok? It was part of the rat on the treadmill and it was this dude's legs watching "The Price is Right". Ok? And it was part of the blender. And I - I convinced myself for so long that it was a flower, I mean I spent years and years and years convincing myself that these puzzle pieces added up to a flower when it wasn't at all and then once I woke up I realize: how do I trust other pieces? How do I take new pieces and put them together with this much you know, vigor as I once did? Because what if, what if they're not a flower either, they're just like -
W: They've got to be animal pieces, they might be animal pieces. Pieces of goats?
J: Well, that's what I was trying for! There was like, a rat and a goat in the whole thing and the goat just like didn't have any hands
W: And you bought this at Wal-Mart?
J: And that's all I wanted. That's all I wanted, I mean since I was a kid. Since I was a kid! And you know, and it was just -
W: So you never have gotten the puzzle together?
J: No . . .
W: Ever?
J: No . . . they're all these disjointed pieces that I convinced myself to be flowers
W: You have a serious problem, young man
J: I know I do. But I don't think I'm much different than anybody else. I bet everybody else has got a bunch of like, pseudo-flowers in their pockets that are really just pieces of this weird puzzle that aren't supposed to fit together
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