Online, people say you should practice “radical self-awareness”: know your purpose, your passions, maybe even your blood type. Meanwhile, as a dad, husband, and comedian, I wake up every day with my only real question being, “What city am I in, and where’s the coffee?” Bonus points if I remember my actual hotel room number and don’t call the crowd by the wrong town. Maybe my most self-aware moment is realizing confusion is my brand.
A buddy saw me wandering the lobby of a hotel in Maine and asked if I was remaking Down and Out in Portland. Accurate.
I’ve had a sinus thing for the last two weeks and I’ve been in five cities all over the country (bad routing), and it’s starting to feel like a fever dream. Just me, my scarf, and a bottle of NyQuil wandering America—like On the Road, but sadder, quieter, and with an earlier bedtime.
Now I’ve been home for two whole days, the sinus thing is finally clearing up, and I’m starting to feel human again. Which is great, because naturally… it’s just in time to pack a bag, forget where I put my keys, and head back out on the road.