Who would you rather emulate: the person who finds fault in everyone and everything, or the guy who injures himself and can laugh about it?
You’d think hearing “Hey, you got mentioned on the Joe Rogan Experience” would elicit joy, but in my case it brought about anxiety.
Comedy is tragedy plus time. But what if your mind works faster than the outside world experiences healing? Welcome to my life.
Trying to get through life is adrous at best, and downright awful at worst. Especially if you have no one offering emotional support.
Making a CD isn’t limited to creating the content inside, you need an album cover, too. Thanks to a happy accident, I got one I like.