i found an old podcast that i did with mike kaiser and his friend elizabeth stice. i am the worst on it. i remember i was having a weird emotional day; that resulted in me talking about myself in a gross way. ugh. i am shocked mike didn’t punch me in the face afterwards. and he should have - i softly rear-ended him in the parking lot later that evening. kaiser is a saint. i miss him. i’m going back to NYC in january - mostly to do shows and maybe mark a few neighborhoods as possibilities, but also to sit on mike’s couch and laugh and talk shit.