I swear he knows the pain he's inflicting with his "teasing." Damn him.
The concert I went to, whilst Billie was unbuttoning and withering in his sexyness, Mike made full-blown-mind-melding eye contact with me and raised his eyebrows. It's like he was acknowledging my pain and confirming he too knows how it feels.
"There were these punks, real ones, sitting outside our tour bus. One girl had a forty-ouncer, and she goes, "Billie Joe, come drink with us." I said, "I can't, I've got my family on the bus." She goes, "Well, fuck you then." I get on the bus, and my wife says, "Did that bitch just tell you to fuck off? I'm gonna kick her ass right now." I'm holding her back, while my child is naked, jumping on the couch: "Hi, Daddy!"