(Yes, that is how you spell likable.)

Sun is gone, it’s dark out there, coffee is cold, music is on, and the house is cold cold mother fucking cold. God damn it’s cold always cold in my house.

I started listening to the news and shit today thanks to the babe and my recent lapse in narcissism. Marion Barry died, old mayor of Washington, DC. The self-proclaimed Mayor for Life, his term is finally over. Obama did some ambassador appointing in Myanmar. And something about how to cook turkey. So, just American news really. And I listened to Marc Maron’s WTF podcast while I set up the dining room at the restaurant. Yo that guy is the shit.

Yo, what did I tell you about the links? This blog is hooked into the grid like an unfortunate sea gull in this badass piece by Luke Otley. Fucking A I been using the hooked metaphor like three times in the last five minutes. So what you know about that? Nothing.

Marc Maron had this guy on his show, Rhett Miller, of the band called The Old 97s or something like that and I ain’t even going to link that shit because I couldn’t tell you for sure that I condone this mother fucker one iota but I’ll tell you what I do know, I like that mother fucker. He was talking about living the creative life and how he attempted suicide as a kid because he saw this life of meaninglessness set out before him but then afterwards he realized that making good art (Neil Gaiman reference bitches, link that shit yourself) was what made life worth while. I don’t know he said some other shit that was good. Listen to the podcast, what the fuck are you asking me for?

Plus he was going on about dealing with your family on Thanksgiving and that shit was pretty funny. I never really fucked with Marc Maron in the past, I ain’t even heard about him because I don’t read Great Comic Digest but then I saw him on Louis, that show is awesome, and Louis was like shit man I’m sorry, I been holding a grudge against you for thirty years and it was all my fault to begin with! And Marc Maron is like, bitch I know! You said that last year! Ha!

Yeah look that shit up it’s a lot funnier than all that.

Anyway, so that’s the first time I even heard of this guy. I didn’t even know he was a real comic but I checked him out and was like oh okay and that was the end because I figured he was some crotchety mother fucker based on his knobby ass knees and I ain’t really care to get caught up in the codger business so I left it at that.

But then a while ago I heard the WTF podcast and I thought that shit was alright but I really only half heard that shit. Then a while ago I was on stitcher and I really don’t even know why but I listen latered that shit (ya’ll let me know if you can’t keep up with the stitcher lingo, it’s a millennial/hipster/jackoff thing) and then I in fact did listen to it later and it was hilarious. I mean he just starts the show with some crazy shit. He just says shit off the top of his head and it’s exactly what I was thinking! And he has a different voice than I do, but some of his words line up with mine most notably shit and fuck and of course he is a performing artist who is performing so of course that shit sounds outrageously on point.

Yeah so I like that fucker, Marc Maron. But I only listened to two podcasts so far.

And that’s how I end up doing shit you know? Fucking Carl Sagan, I ain’t hear about him for the longest time and then it took a little bit for me to check him out. Hunter Thompson, I remember I’d seen Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas the movie floating around for years and years before I ever checked that shit out. Now he’s my imaginary god father. And Catch-22, my bible, I heard that shit was hot for a long time and I was always like yeah right. What else? Yeah I don’t know I always got to hear some shit like thirty times, like whatever they say about marketing and shit and exposure, and then on top of that I have to be in the right moment to even check it out. And I’ll make myself think I’m begin all impulsive and shit. Fucking marketers.

Hey man but let’s go ahead and end this shit so I can write my shit ass novel already. Alright, I’ll talk to you later. Say hi to Vickram and Ox for me, yeah I’ll be around that way in November of next whenever the fuck. Cat and the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. When you coming back son? I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then.