Friends. Fam. Oh god this one hurt dirty.
<b>I tell her don't take me out in public</b> sometimes on those days, most days, where most of the overheard conversations I hear while working, writing, broke, thinking about that one improv show that wasn't funny at all but then the comedian asked if anyone has done acid and I was recording in the front row niece's sock on my microphone and I said 'if you've taken acid over 100 times are you always on acid?' and the room blew up and all this acid later and some days I'm still back to my young dumb 20 year old self in my head we're at a coffee shop and I hear how people speak and meet and not a day goes by where I think that person should kill themselves and I smile to myself I may be depraved but never bored so honey don't take me out in public or do, and know what I mean when I smile I say I can’t take you out in public Cus ur smile is scaring the kids Clown Reminds me of the first draft of a my santa cruz story I found Where there was a character called michael And he asked the narrator something With a strange smile And the narrator said: ‘I wasnt sure if he was hitting on me or if there was something wrong with him.’ So I don’t know But all these years later, A character called michael is still smiling Its better to smile than frown my papa always told me No he didnt My papa told me never trust a man in a hat Even though he wore a russian hat What about in israel army hat? My papa told me never marry a writer That’s true But my papa dead and your papa dying so what do they know That’s something to change your mentality Everyone here has a papa that will one day be dying or dead Behind every annoying man is a dead man