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Marc Maron, Louis C.K., Sarah Silverman and Dave Attell | New York Magazine, 1995
This photo is an automatic reblog. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve done it before.
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If you haven’t hate-searched “coffee has the opposite on me” and “i need a cigarette and i don’t even smoke” on Twitter like I have, then you probably have a job.
To this day- this is still my favorite
And I’ve become just like a chemical stress
Tracing the lines of my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
I’ve barely been gone
And I’m not a failure, I swear
I wish you could see it from over there
I’ve got a lot over here without you
I’ve barely been gone
Gone dreaming
My mom, she cried about money and time
And how she felt older
And I didn’t understand much
She left, I stayed
My dad played in the bar
And I wondered if I looked like him
He was small even with boots on
And he looked like an Eskimo
And we were in Alaska
In the airport, I had seen or imagined
A mural of an arctic sea
Where seals and people seemed nicer than me
Where they smoked and talked
About the disappearing ground
Seeing Jon glaser and Amy schumer last night (as well as some others: Eugene mirman, janeane gerafa…?) was one of the best experiences of my life. Jon glaser may just be the funniest human beings alive.
Bodega dude: how old are you?
Me: 23
Bodega dude:lemme see your id
Me: cool. Here. It’s good to know I look under 21.
Bodega dude: why?
Me: because I want I look young?
Bodega dude: it’s the law. I asked because its the fucking law. You don’t need to say anything. Here let’s try this again. I ask for your Id and you don’t say anything at all. Silence. Don’t say a word.
Me: yeah. Okay. Cool. Uh thanks
