For Some Reason, I Wouldn’t Stop Talking

Gave an interview on Monday that was supposed to last twenty minutes.  But somewhere in the midst of it, I somehow fell in love with the sound of my own voice and wouldn’t shut up.  So I talked about which cartoonists I could beat up; ripped into Star Trek; threw in a Magellan reference; invited 500 strangers onto a boat I don’t own; swore like a drunken sailor; talked about how my wife is a jinx; and threw in references to sex, smoking and Kill Bill.

Just click the following words:  “Stephan Mak