I’m sorry you had to cancel your Oct. 29 show in Maricopa Az for your health. But god damn it why did you have to get sick for “my” show.
I’m not a fan boy of celebrities. I hate most of them — they all feel like the royal family and the Kardashians to me. Possibly talented but improbably lucky to make millions for having a birthright or a “personality.”
But Lewis Black sucked me in with his “Rant is Due” series. He honestly loves reading the anger and hyper emotion over the smallest things from his audience. I enthusiastically joined the ranks of his army of “ranters”. When that wasn’t enough, I built this bullshit blog.
Oct. 29 was going to be our chance to renew our distanced rants after a two-year hiatus. In July and August, I had a little case of writer’s block for angry rants. Not enough anger in my life after abandoning the Third World and returning home to the artificial happiness of the suburbs of Phoenix. Fake grass in the front yard and fake smiles for the neighbors.
In September and October, I threw a few fat biker stories and my new favorite “Haircut Tips” into the Rant is Due bin and hoped one would get the golden ticket for another Lewis Black reading.
I couldn’t even think of a Halloween rant. Lewis and other ranters seemed to have that covered.
Sure I could get angry about the Cyber Ninja recall, but everyone has made Arizona a laughing stock since July. And that shit ended in a whimper in September.
But it was all for naught. Lewis’ weak constitution (he claims it’s not Covid) put the kibosh on my kibitz. Fuck.
I spent the night watching TV with the wife and listening to her count my glasses of wine. Three seems like a fine number and leaves a little something in the bottle for later. She looks at me like a hopeless alcoholic. I’m not hopeless — there’s two more bottles in the pantry.
Get well soon, Lewis. Arizona and I need some comic release.
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