I was off the road the other week for a wedding, so I'm sitting around stoned at my folk's house when I open the fridge and see the most amazing thing fried chicken I couldn't even recognize it as food at first. I had forgotten that food didn't just come wrapped in paper and soaked in grease from a sliding glass window or a Denny's wage slave. I had forgotten that people actually took the time to burn and season their own vitals, anyways it was pretty fuck'n amazing at the time, maybe you have to be stoned to understand...This guy does, Rick Birchmore, the "Oakland Outlaw," biker comic and cool motherfucker. When you're on the road with Rick you see things like UFO's and grey monsters darting across the interstate, you know what I mean. We did a week together where I played my first college, never have I performed for so many virgins sober with the lights on, when Rick asked where his pot smokers were I was the only one who clapped in the entire theatre, now that's comedy, where are the college kids I don't remember hazy bong rip filled memories of noisy sex and hangovers. Fuck it lets go to Winnemucca, where I performed live with ZZ Top, no that's just Rick he cleans up good doesn't he. Yeah a casino in a middle of nowhere road town Nevada, that's where I'm big, hey wanna see a picture of two chicks who didn't fuck me, yeah captain blue balls rides again, Oh well can you believe I get paid for this shit. Alright take it easy.