About to pass out at home watching 2001. Worked 6-days a week, Saturday night was my only time alone, spent Sundays healing up to go hang cable again. No friends or family, alone in Chicagoland.
Knock on my door. No one can get there unless they’re already in the building. WTF. It’s the Mexican chick from downstairs and her little 19-yo friend I had never met.
I’ll spare the gruesome details, but apparently they both decided, “Imma FUCK him!” And they did. And each other. It was… something else. And I almost didn’t answer the door.
I was swimming with some buddies and we came across an egg
Saw a neighborhood kid toddling into the street as a car was bearing down. I ran across and scooped up the kid and did a flying somersault move into a lawn worthy of an action movie (at least in my head). Hot and grateful parent, dated for a very brief amount of time. Kid lives on and while I never kept in touch, I still hear through the hometown vine he’s a good kid doing fine for himself.
i got pulled into the conan obrien 5th anniversary show right off the street in new york. no ticket, they just needed filler.
received free tshirts, was sat on the stairwell between sets of seats so many of the guest stars had to walk down to the stage next to me.
the funniest bit for me was i had just left a terrible taping of letterman. he was angry and sucked donkey balls
