What the fuck?
Apparently he started to like vicadin and wine too much.
Vicadin and wine? Again, what the fuck?
Oh George, how far you've fallen. That's not even a respectable drug to be addicted to. For a housewife or sad exectutive, okay, but you on vicadin? You lived through the seventies for crissakes. I mean jesus, you kicked cocaine on your own but you need help with vikes?
And I just know you're gonna wind up killing someone in rehab. Not out of withdrawls, though. Because seeing as how much things annoy you these days, you're just gonna hate the touchy feely stuff that they're gonna try to put you through there. You won't make it five minutes through the first group session without wailing on someone with your chair.
Okay, that's it. I've had it George. This whole grumpy motherfucker schtick you've been doing since the early nineties has been cute, but enough of it. It led to this vicadin nonsense.
Time for you to go back to being a real comedian like you were in the seventies and eighties. And that means no more pills. And screw the wine, what are you, an art student or something? You start listening to The Cure too?
It also means you need to start smoking pot again. I will personally spearhead the legislation to make you the only person in the United States of America allowed to smoke pot for non medicinal purposes. And I will even buy you your first eighth, and a shiny now water bong and traveling pipe.
KilgoreATrout
Cambridge, MA
December 2004
DEC 29, 2004 08:42 AM