That's day two of the audio book.

That was only two days.

Get on the mic. Get on the mic.

11 hours, I believe, each day 10 and a half, 11 hours.

That's what, for stand-up, that's like two weeks and two days.

I wake up with my shaky alcoholic,

quivering voice,

hang on Chad, you read this.

I need a few drinks to settle down.

Then Chad reads, saves the fucking day.

Then I come back. I still can't fucking read.

But the shakes went away.

But the stutter's still there.

At the end, I hope I can't wait for the end of this,

when we can do all the other parts, where we put podcasts together

with people talking about the different chapters that they're in.

But right now, I'm fucking hammered.

I want to cry again, not even from the book.

Fuck mother.

I just want to cry for myself.

Chad's a monster.

I just called my wife and told her to come pick me up.

...