Wherein I describe the process of seasoning cast-iron, and also my mid-life crisis.
Wherein I am nostalgic about the Space Shuttle program.
Wherein I remember Kurt Cobain.
Wherein I handle a boat-load of disrespect to George Lucas.
Wherein I regale you with the story about how I ran my car into a police officer.
Wherein I remember a painting that changed my life.
Wherein I talk about Jenny Holzer.
Wherein we read a story.
Wherein I have a fever-dream.
Wherein there is a story about my childhood.
Wherein I reveal how Chuck Yeager is a bad-ass.
Wherein I write about Death.
Wherein my painting master dies.
Wherein I tell a story about bombarding cars with snowballs.
Wherein I remember one of the great men in my life.
Wherein I make up my own Justice League of Comedy.
Wherein my family dog is dying.