Hello. Hello, it's been a while, dear friends, since it was just you and I. And now we get our

intimate time together that's been long awaited. Yes, as you can see, I'm in a hotel room.

Where else would I be traveling to and fro and fro and to and all kinds of weather

flights day and night interrupted by turbulence oh it's going to be fine the flight attendants say

with a shake in their voice as they buckle themselves up in their little chair oh is it going to be

fine because i'm in the toilet having scared diarrhea.

Is there a seatbelt that you can bring me in here?

And I would hold your breath if I were you.

Okay.

And so I do have something to pop.

Okay. something to pop. Yes, I just came from New Jersey. And New Jersey loves me, I will say, but it is unrequited.

I fell into a state of deep depression, maybe in the hotel room that I was staying, or the gloomy skies, it's hard to tell.

But I was next to a family.

A family of a crying baby through the thin walls, through the basically open door. I can hear them open and close

their shades and give their baby medicine, but their baby should have gone to the urgent care.

It sounded colicky. It sounded like it had the hopping cough. Please. Please, I didn't sign up to be

next to a family and there's something wrong with your baby.

It's crying 24-7 and it's coughing like a smoker of a 40-year two-pack a day.

Your baby's been doing something wrong.

It's inhaling the nicotine.

It can't eat on an applesauce, but it can smoke a heater.

It can rip a dart, and it's gone straight to its lungs, and I hear it.

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