Dear brothermans, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I sold candy once when I was a kid, but now vending machines are everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. Viral Spiral got me into this beach house and a job spinning records in Buffalo. It's hard work reading and I try to keep up, but my brain hurt most of the time. I don't think the fans like me very much (but management loves the direction of the new show). Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the worms. I keep thinking Jimmy might just show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's going to the gym and eating better. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am, and what lies I've told. Maybe I should get me a gun from my mafia friends and rob the station so they'd send me home. I could get a little taste of an envelope, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being unfunny all the time. I've decided I'm not all in with this. I doubt mediaite will kick up any fuss. Not for an old jock like me. P.S: Tell Anthony I'm sorry for calling him "human garbage". No hard feelings. Boobs.

Boobs was here

this is really good

Boobs

Sometimes after work, I go to the park and feed the worms. I keep thinking Jimmy might just show up and say hello, but he never does.

this was hilarious and sad at the same time

This is going great

Damn, I can't even remember the last time before I read this that I smiled reading this place, much less laughed. Good job man.

Bravo, sir!

"oh NO!"

Nice try, but Opie's never seen Schindlers List.