So a guy walks up to me before a gig somewhere in England.

He was really drunk and kind of an alpha male type.

And he was leaning in way too close.

But he said that he'd driven three hours to come see me.

And I thought that was beautiful, so I stood around and talked to him for a little while.

He said he was my biggest fan, which is a strange thing to hear and always makes you feel a little bit weird.

But I said, thanks, man.

And he said that he'd read the 25 things about me that I'd written on my website.

And number 13 is that I get annoyed listening to drunk people talk, which is true.

Then he laughed and promised that he wouldn't annoy me.

And then he got really serious.

And the very next thing out of his mouth,

as he leaned in even closer,

he felt the need to confess,

and I quote,

I ate my shit when I was a kid.

Followed by a very long, awkward pause.

I don't know. followed by a very long, awkward pause. Hi, friends, this is Otis Gibbs, and you're listening to Thanks for Giving a damn.

I'm sitting here in my hotel room in Bergen, Norway, getting ready for a gig tonight.

I'd like to say up front that I haven't the slightest idea what I'm doing, but I decided to jump in

head first and try to learn something along the way. This is a personal journal. It's an audio

experiment. This show was founded with the belief that there are only two people in art that matter.

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