Exclusive Evil: Two-Zero-Two-Two

First, I decided to try a bit harder.

And then my knee disagreed.

And then I got moody.

And then I started teaching.

And then I got okay at it.

And then I thought of my best prank.

And then the artist bailed.

And then I wrote a comic.

And then the artist bailed.

And then I thought of a different prank.

And then I laughed like a hyena.

And then I got arrested.

And then I wrote about getting arrested.

And then some people liked that.

And then my book came out.

And then a few people really liked that.

And then I joined the last comedy site.

And then I did a real, public victory dance.

And then I met a PhD student, which went alright for a while.

And then I met a nurse, which went alright for a week.

And then I met a lawyer, which went alright for ten minutes.

And then I got my first fan mail.

And then I got my first hate mail.

And then I started rowing properly.

And then I stopped eating cheese curls.

And then I became nocturnal.

And then the podcast died.

And then I snuck sci-fi into a fancy magazine.

And then I tried a cruise, which is always a mistake.

And then I tried skating, which is never a mistake.

And then I fell.

And then I kept skating.

And then I did headspins at a wedding.

And then I flew to Kolkata.

And then I did headspins at another wedding.

And then I got traveler’s diarrhea.

And then I was hung over.

And then I flew back dehydrated.

And then I designed my own seminar.

And then I turned thirty-one.

And then I had a pinched nerve.

And then it stuck around.

And then I got moody.

And then I taught two hours on Catch-22.

And then I lost thirty pounds.

And then I beat Elden Ring.

And then I changed my photos around.

And then I fell again.

And then I got better at falling.

Next time I’ll try a bit harder.

Shoutout to Amran and Michael for convincing me to acknowledge time.