My dad is a real prankster. Bro, you can’t just not exist anymore.
That’s crazy. I’m polishing my brand of comedy. I’m making it an outlet. It feels like a natural flow: if you’re going to always have the thoughts and you can only keep up with so many simultaneously, it’s a good idea to let some out. But yeah, I got some stuff you might get a little bit of, but I know you respect the attempt.
Also, I have enough freedom in my life to choose the outlets. So, why not? I’m playing with house money anyway, right?! You would’ve laughed at that – a masked, painful laugh, most likely.
You’re not gonna read them, though. It’s all good.
Something is going to stick, though. I’m leaning into my capacity for fixation. The sky is not the limit because there is no limit.
I just feel really positive that my stuff is weird enough.