How do you pass up the opportunity to spit blood and Joan Baez's face?

I've read Mark Twain. I've read Huckleberry Finn. I think I earned the right to go on the internet and see a guy get a chainsaw on the face. Dude, my dad was drunk and my mom was dealing with it. Guess what? I get raised by cookie monster.

My con looks like it's been in a hockey fleet. Time my stupidity. It's at the speed of goddamn light. I mean, I'm recording this on Tuesday, but I'm certainly hoping that you started your week

well today when I recorded this, and now it's Thursday.

So hopefully your week has gone well in progress.

Jesus Christ, I'm doing this 11 years.

I'm doing this.

You would think after 11 years, I would know not to ask silly questions like that.

I should be evergreen. I should just be like, how is your,

well, I was going to say September going, but if you listen to this in October, then you're just like, fuck, my September was over. Let's do this. How about we do it this way? How is this moment in your

life going? Can we talk about that? And by talk about it, I mean, I'll talk about it and you sit there plug me into your iPod vagina and throw me down your fucking ear throat.

I hope you're good, is my point.

I hope you're doing well.

I hope everything's going well. I worry, folks.

I don't only worry about you.

I worry about me.

I worry about us.

I worry about a lot of things, man.

I shouldn't, probably.

I worry whether the fan is bothering you in the background.

I worry if you can hear that.

And I'm worrying whether I should turn it off.

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