Do you want to see something? Look at my eyes. Look at his eyes.

It's fucking contagion over here. Brosky, what happened? You have conjunctivitis?

Yeah, double eye. I got it from my daughter. I think he got something in his eye.

And then I got this fucking allergic reaction to it. I'm just messed up.

Dude, for two days now, I haven't been able to see.

Okay, well, let me tell you about this weekend, which was the most

motherfucking exhausting weekend of my life. I mean, where do I even start?

Okay, here's where I start. So I fucking fly home for

mentally, from Italy, get back in the air, like 35,000 feet.

I decide to troll the mids. Oh, no, we'll talk about that later.

But anyways, sipping a beautifully chilled white burgundy.

By trawling the mids, you mean that you were occupying their air space?

You were flying at the level of commercial jets.

You did a fly by. It's a 45,000 feet.

I did a 45,000 feet. I went to town where the public airlines fly.

And I was like, blah, blah, blah, blah, mid mid mid, came back.

I landed in LA. And I go straight to the house.

I landed like, you know, I get there like one, 30 or two, 30 or something three o'clock.

something around there in the morning. I take a, no, in the afternoon, take a nice bath

and boom, we start playing at four o'clock. Okay. We start playing for this time.

It's not a big deal. It's like one day of poker. We play poker. We finish it like three or

four in the morning. We're exhausted. Kevin shows up in a wheelchair because he had pulled his

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