what actually happens to my physical remains is of zero interest to me. i don t want anybody seeing my body. i don t want anybody i don t want a party. reported dead. unless they can provide entertainment value in a perverse or subversive way. i mean, if you could throw me into a wood chirp, spray me into har rod s in the middle of the rush hour, that would be pretty epic. i wouldn t being mind being remembered in that way. one, two, three four five six with the radio on i m in love with massachusetts and the neon when it s cold outside and the highway when it s late at night with the radio on what the [ muted ] am i doing here? i shall explain. one minute i was standing next though a deep fryer. the next, i was watching the sunset over the sahara. i realize that one thing led directly to the other. had i not taken a dead-end dish washing job, i would not have become a cook. had i not become a cook, i would never have become a chef. had i not bec