![]() At last, I made it to the venue… San Francisco… My hometown Bay Area, the iconic Palace of Fine Arts. Did you fuck my wife? Killed it, but I still had to go down Lombard Street. I trained with the best impression coach in the world. ![]() But it was time to put everything else behind me and start fresh. In all seriousness though, who cares about anything? We’ll all be dead soon. Who’s tired? Who’s tired? Who’s sleepy? I am. Go time! I’m still tired, and I got 12 hours’ sleep last night. Sometimes I feel like everybody tripping but me. I did countless hour specials where I looked like a damn fool, trying to be something I wasn’t. All the crazy years of my life stacked on top of one another in a pile of mistaken identities. So many trials and tribulations brought me to this point.
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