PUDDNHEAD

Just a bunch of grown men crying on each other.

I'm not universally beloved. I'm not even always likable. Does that make me lucky?

I told him I was running out of cities within driving distance to pointlessly visit, and that I had no reason beyond that.

During Stupor Bowl I'm the friendliest motherfucker in the world or at least at all the bars. Until it's over.

I couldn't tell you off the top of my head what color the walls are in my living room.

It makes a sound like rabbits screaming, and smells of old, unopened rooms.