Thanks, Guys

In my last post of the year, I wanted to say a little something about how grateful I am to each and every one of you who’s ever read an article on this site, ever listened to one of my radio shows or taken the time to send a message my way. Trying to make a living in entertainment isn’t exactly the easiest task, and, even if you do somehow break through, odds are your career will have the lifespan of a Los del Río, not a Sinatra (the fact you had to Google “Los del Rio” just proves my point.) More than likely, all of my comedic efforts will have been for naught and I’ll be back in a cubicle a year from now, like some horrible Shawshank Redemption that ends with Andy Dufresne being recaptured and suffering an extra-brutal raping at the hands of The Sisters upon his return.


Every time I hear a rock star thank his fans with platitudes like “You’re the reason I’m still doing this,” it sounds like the most trite, insincere thing I’ve heard since my ex spoke the words “It’s a good size.” And, as my cocaine and groupie-free existence amply testifies to, I’m no rock star. But just knowing that there are people out there who spend even a fraction of their day digesting something I produced (I swear I didn’t mean that to sound so disgustingly sexual) still astounds me. So thank you, sincerely, for helping me stay the course. And, if you know anyone who can get me a decent job in radio or writing, please, tell me, so I’ll never have to be this polite or heartfelt again.