"I stopped believing in Santa when I was five or six," he explains. "And - depends on the year. But uh...one time, I told my dad I wanted this toy train at the gas station. They had that - you know, that little aisle with all the dusty old toys that don't really get sold? Anyway, guess my dad told the guy that he'd give him a couple of dollars here and there where he could to pay it off. And there it was under the tree. Still dusty but I played with that fucking thing 'til the wheels fell off."