A school bus filled with middle schoolers pulled up in front of me and the two kids in the back seat gave me the finger. Two kids not on their phones living in the moment, you love to see it.
I’m seeing a movie in a theater with my parents for the first time since Covid. We are here 40 minutes early and my mom is telling me about a Netflix show about remodeling kitchens. Five Stars.
The first time I did stand up was at a work party. I opened with how happy I would be if a certain regular customer died a painful death. It killed and I was instantly addicted. He just passed. Bill, you racist, piss smelling, slow walking fuck thank you for that first laugh.
In August of 1997 I saw Coolio at Z100’s Last Chance Summer Dance. He opened AND closed his set with Gangster’s Paradise. It was the best shit I had seen in my 8 years of life.