Thanks in part to the episode below, I realized that within 48 hours I have interacted with someone from every phase of my young adulthood until now. Twenty plus, long and fun-filled years of living on the old planet.

I’ve been in touch with one friend from high school, a long-time Bay Area resident; friends I met during the college years; the first apartment, post-graduation years; the second, third and fourth sets of roommates thereafter (OK, the second & fourth were the same, because I lived with Eileen twice); the first major, long-term, “career” job and a bunch of folks I’ve met since actively doing comedy, including my first attempt two years before I got it up to actually keep trying.

And, of course, my family has been around and reminding me of my foibles and mortality as a constant back beat.

If I keep up this pace, and I live another 40, my funeral should be fucking crowded.