Tonight’s a wacky one; be warned, I bounce around tone-wise.
I begin with the sad news that my cat Chloe has cancer, then give further thoughts on Hurricane Harvey, Kevin, and Louis CK. After that, I switch gears and talk about the 70’s baby book , “Where did I come from?” and then attack morons who think they are entitled to getting autographs from underage celebrities.
As my son comes into this world, my cat prepares to go out. Needless to say, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.