Some might suggest that maybe Tucker had a nightmare and maybe one of the four dogs that were in bed with him clawed him at some point and he had a scratch from that, which he's now exaggerating out into this stupid story because he's very aware of how extremely religious his brand has gotten. I think that's maybe Occam's razor telling me.

But then last year, when I was at Tucker's house in Maine at dinner, we started talking about the paranormal and things. And he told me about the two experiences he'd had in his life, once when he was a child, their house out in California in the backyard. And then the other that happened about a year before, or a little less than a year before, when.