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
i was listening to this record that brought me to tears thinking of him and both my kids sort of embraced me. my son, he s like, how did tony die? and i was like, i, we don t know. right. about 20 seconds pass and he looked at me and he s like i really would like to know how tony died. i have like this hour-long conversation about tony to my f-ing 7-year-old kid and i said i think tony at the end felt alone and felt he couldn t talk to anybody about the pain that was going on inside of him. and i said you know you always have someone to turn to and talk to, that s the lesson in it for me.
moments we had together. mostly, yeah. i was there on that beautiful day, i look at my phone and there was the news. and that s when i decided to move to vietnam for good. that was not even a thought. it was the door opened, and i had to go through it and start doing something new. it brought me to tears thinking of him. and both my kids sort of embraced me. my son, he s like, how did tony die? and i was like, we don t know. about 20 seconds passed, and he