So now I’m a drug that may cause serious mental/mood changes, including confusion, agitation and self-injury ? No wonder nobody reads my stuff. And then you explain how my poor career choice and inability to read my audience has left me destitute and unemployed? I guess I should try another up-and-coming professional opportunity in the arts like stand-up comedy with no swearing, painting French bulldogs and labradoodles playing poker, or singing with my guitar case open at the Northridge Mall subway station, when there is no subway line in the San Fernando Valley.
(I’ve been watching the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and self-deprecating New York-flavored Jewish humor is in my blood. I wish my mom were around to read this stuff. She was my #1 fan.)
Seriously, thanks for the kind words. We’re part of an ever shrinking demographic and comedy sensibility.
You can fit an entire song in a tweet, and it takes too long to read a story on your instagram feed when there is a never ending stream of people doing the stupidest shit imaginable that results in them: falling on their face, setting their hair on fire, getting hit in the crotch, or spitting, sneezing or vomiting whatever toxic melange they tried to drink (without even being dared to do it!).