From an efficiency apartment here in New York City, this is obscure season four in American tragedy.

I'm your host, your friend, your ear lover, and literary mansplainer-in- Michael Ian Black, returned to my efficiency apartment,

which I am in possession of for a few more days before the lease expires, because tomorrow,

which is a Tuesday, I will be recording my stand-up special here in New York City.

And thankfully, I have this apartment so I can come hang out here.

Before that, I was in New Orleans this weekend for something called Skank Fest.

Now, I had never heard of Skank Fest, but apparently it's a very popular comedy festival, founded I think about nine

or ten years ago by Big J. Ocressum and some other comedians and I got invited this year.

So I thought, hey, why not?

Why not go to New Orleans?

See some comics, hang out, tell some jokes, eat some et tufe, you know, some bignet, some catfish, what have you.

Go down to Preservation Hall, listen to some jazz.

So I agreed to attend the festival and didn't do any of the things that I just said I was planning on doing

when I went to New Orleans except for telling jokes and hanging out with comedians, which

was great. It's great hanging out with comics. I don't see them very often because, you know,

comedies like, it's like any, any job that requires traveling and you're sort of out there in your own little

bubble and then every once in a while you get to hang out with other people from your

profession whom maybe you've run into over the years, maybe you've shared a bill with over

the years, you know, and it's just nice to become reacquainted with them.

That's always fun.

So I got to see Scott Thompson from Kids in the Hall who I'm friendly with and Doug Stanhope

and met Shane Gillis and who else?

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