I have always had heroes.
On my way into work when I’m not listening to a podcast or one of my old Weird Al albums, I get quiet and think. About myself. Within a minute or two I start interviewing myself as if I were a guest on some important television program, answering questions about my life. I’ve written about this before, and while it seems like narcissism I actually think it’s about me getting to know myself a little better.
It’s been a while since I’ve introduced you to a new D.J. confession. In the past I talked about how I used to wear tight jeans, and how I pretended I was in bands when I wasn’t, and how I poop when I talk on the phone. But that’s nothing compared to this confession.
I’m not traditionally a man’s man. I’m not effeminate, either.
My condo is usually less than perfectly clean, I don’t spend more than 30 seconds on my hair (brushes and combs are lame), and once a week I go to sleep without brushing my teeth.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
