I grew up in the southern United States in a city which at that time during the late '40's and early '50's was the most segregated city in the country, and in a sense learning how to oppose the status quo was a question of survival.
I think by take eight you're kind of going, "Oh, wow, I don't know if I want to fall entirely off the roof again. " That stuff is tough, and I'm also not 21 anymore. I just don't like cement. Cement isn't hilarious any more.