"Yesterday I pulled up to one truck and
rolled down my window," she says, leaning in. "I go, 'Let me just
ask, this is every day? Every day now? Is there a way we could make
this a little bit saner?' It's just not human to walk around with twenty cars
following you—there's no ease. Maybe they do want you to get all Mariah Carey on
yourself and be put into an institution. I miss the days when they hid in the
bushes."
