This is not a normal post. Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m posting this late, right before a weekend, replete in the knowledge that this post will quickly disappear under the weight of other friend posts long before Monday morning workday readers can see it.
Still…
Tonight Sarah and I stumbled on a book we did not know existed (and is, apparently, relatively new).
American Scream: the Bill Hicks story
I rarely read biographies. I started it around 10:30. I finished it at 3am. I nearly cried at the end.
If you don’t know who Bill Hicks was, you owe it to yourself to spend some time right now and find him on the web. Start here.
Sarah and I were lucky enough to have seen him, once, in 1991. We didn’t know who he was when we went. But we were also lucky enough to have been able to tell him to his face how amazing he was.
I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you this. Night.
Go back to bed, America! Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America!
-Bill Hicks