I haven’t yet publicly thanked my new friends Chris and Martin, who invited me to Chicago and put me up and gave me tickets for no other reason than I made them laugh. This has been an oversight: these are good men, and while I like to percolate on shit, they should have been appreciated and thanked prior to now.
Thanks to everyone else reading all this nonsense, but in a much, much lesser way. Not even comparable amount of thanks that the guys who miracled me three fucking nights in Chicago and a couch and HOLY SHIT one of ’em made me FUCKING BREAKFAST and the rest of you sit there expecting THE SAME KIND OF THANKS AS THESE TWO ANGELS OF HEAVEN?
Not on my watch: all the thanks for Chris, ditto for Martin. If, while consuming their thanks, scraps fall to the ground, you may fight over them. Stories about them soon; thanks, now.
You’re getting weird earlier and earlier lately.