For cryin' out
loud, for fuck's sake, for all that is holy, in the
name of whatever you pray to... I'M GOOOOOOOOOOD.
Goooooood. Never been happier. Have no problem livin'
off this for a little bit. You really don't have to
keep pourin' it on. Space this shit OUT already.
I know I've had an inordinate amount of shit in 7
years but any one of these things would've blown my
idea of "normal happy" out of the water. This? This is
almost psychotic...
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ZAPPOW!
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GLEEFUL!!!
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ZAPPOW!
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I'm
going to be spending the day tomorrow at
the Bada Bing with Tony Soprano. Yup, I'm
shooting one of the final episodes of The
Sopranos tomorrow as a strip-club patron.
No speaking part, just a test of will.
A test of will to see if I can
actually stay focused on a naked woman
dancing on a poll as opposed to staring
mesmerized at Tony and his crew. This has
been my all-time favorite television show
for years and I can't even
comprefuckinhend this unbelieveable string
of luck right now.
I don't even
know what to type! Blahsitfedgahmamalooma comes to
mind. You think that's amazing? Of course that's not
all. Throw this incredible good fortune:
Last night on the
subway Donna says to me: "Stay with me for a little
longer..." I too was just completely bummed that we
had to spend 2 weeks apart right now so this
I called up the airline and asked to change my
flight to Sunday. "No problem Mr. Kontras, that'll be
$205" "No, no that won't be necessary, thanks."
Dejected I thought I'd call up CBS and see if
they could help. Within 5 minutes of my email she
called back and said: "No problem, it's done."
OF COURSE they
happily foot the bill. ?!!!? And OF COURSE
Charlotte calls up after I changed my flight when
I would've already been on the PLANE to ask
me if I could do "The Sopranos" tomorrow morning.
OF COURSE. What was I thinking? This is the
BIZARRO version of The Journey. The version where
everything works out as if you're
MAKING IT UP. I usually feel like I'm
reporting what happens? I honestly feel like that
new Will Farrel movie where some author is literally
typing his life in real-time. Please don't take the
tone of this entry as ungrateful as it is most
certainly the opposite. I'm just literally in a state
of shock right now.
Now let's throw in
the fact that I'M STILL ON VACATION. So I'm
already in another world. I'm also battling a cold so
let's add a little bit more haze to this FRIGGIN'
DREAM I'm in. I walked back from the subway today
and it was all I could do to walk in a straight
line. I expected money to fall from the sky at
one point. I am literally living inside a fairy
tale. Fuck Sunday, why the hell would I EVER want to
go back. LOL. I mean, it's fairly obvious that
I'll need to be in New York when the KNICKS ask
me to SUIT UP on the 31st.
DAHHHHHH.
I am
exhausted just typing what's happening. I can't
believe I can even type coherrent sentences right
now. I gotta be up at 4 AM to walk to the subway
to get to the van that'll take me to Jersey to spend
what will have to be the most surreal moments
of my life...
...which will be
totally eclipsed next week by something else.
I asked a few years back: "Will I ever
top 'the store'" referring to the night in 2001 at The
Comedy Store. If I could only talk to that
kid...
He'd
NEVER believe me.
Adam
PS -
Donna has been making all sorts of
concoctions for me from lemon garlic tea
to this wonderful pure steamy eucalyptus
oil inhaler thingee. It's
some serious shit.
