That's right, motherfuckers. I'm part of the Ferrell audio family of podcasts along with Duncan Trussell.

I think Dan Harmon's podcast is in the mix there. There are a whole bunch of them. It keeps expanding. It's an ever-expanding family. It's like fucking Mormons or something.

Anyway, I join you today from sunny, dry, dusty, angry, aggressive, fucked-up Los Angeles.

I'm just down here for a few days to see some friends check in with my parents.

And basically, oh, I'm going to have a tour of the SpaceX facility today, which should be pretty fucking cool.

A really nice guy listens to the podcast and works there. He has invited me in for a tour. So I'll be doing that in a couple of hours.

But in the meantime, I thought I'd get this podcast out to the world. I know you're all standing by waiting. Can't do anything until you get your 10,

but I'm really speaking right. That's a fantasy. I know. In any case, I wanted to get this out. So I can move on to other stuff the rest of the week.

I'm getting into the writing now. You'll be happy to hear those of you who have been sending me emails saying,

write the fucking book, dude. Stop fucking around. Very interesting to be in this position. It's a very privileged position.

I'm grateful to have readers who give enough of a shit about what I'm doing to actually chastise me for not doing it faster.

I mean, that's pretty cool. As long as you people sending me these emails are going to actually buy a damn book when I write it, not downloaded illegally, the way I probably would have when I was in your shoes.

I appreciate the input and the encouragement, even if it comes wrapped in acrimony. Speaking of acrimony, I've been thinking just on my way up to get a coffee at the coffee bean in tea leaf today.

I was thinking about structural violence. People don't appreciate, I think, the importance of structural violence or even really understand what it is.

I think about it every time I'm in LA because LA's got good people, just like any town. They're good people, bad people everywhere. Mostly good people, I would say.

The bad people are just good people who have been fucked up by bad situations and other bad people. It cascades down the generations.

But in any case, every time I come to LA, I feel aggressive. I feel I'm pissed off a lot because I'm driving and people drive like assholes here.

They don't give any space and if you're accustomed to giving space as I am, I'm a safe fucking driver. I was on a motorcycle for seven years, so I'm like not under any illusions about the vulnerability of being on a road.

I've also totaled a car. I drove a car through a fucking bridge into a stream when I was 16 years old and felt the life-saving grip of the seatbelt on me.

I felt there was a moment where it was like there was no question if that seatbelt weren't latched over me and holding strong, I would have gone right through the windshield.

You've had the feeling if you've ever been on a roller coaster or something where there's a moment where you just go, whoa, and you could feel your body would just fly right the hell out of there.

If not for the protection. So I've had those experiences and I know how vulnerable you are in a car, even if you think you're not.

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