franzblau.my mother writing to the psychiatrist [ laughter ] it was my mother i know it, i know it >> jimmy: what was she saying? >> she was saying that "my son, he's 12-years-old, he hates people." [ laughter ] "he hates people he's morose. he's taciturn. and, what really gave it away, "he doesn't trick-or-treat." [ laughter ] "he doesn't go out trick-or-treating. that's me. i didn't trick-or-treat. i knew it was me >> jimmy: you gotta get this article -- you gotta cut this out. >> i should've saved it. but it -- it was me. >> jimmy: that's hilarious >> did you know, trick-or-treating -- >> jimmy: you didn't like trick-or-treating? >> it's stupid, you know [ laughter ] >> jimmy: why? >> first of all, you've got strangers -- you're dealing with strangers all over the place. every -- every apartment is a stranger >> jimmy: yeah >> you know, it's rude, too, banging on someone's door. it's stupid. >> jimmy: at 12-years-old you thought this >> yeah, i knew that at 12 i didn't want to see all those p