Attempting Normal

by Marc Maron

When I am reading from these books it feels like I am thinking what is being read, and that gives me a rush.

Damn, same.

I need to complicate everything to protect myself from success and to remain complicated and overwhelmed.

Watching her move up the stairs in a plaid skirt, watching her smoking cigarettes, and then laughing on her old couch, lying in her bed after we had sex and listening to her piss, feeling impressed and ecstatic, like, “Holy shit! Listen to that! It’s so powerful!”

Lol what the fuck, Marc?

dubious.

Oft-repeated word.

The bottom line with my old man is that he is an emotional terrorist.

So now I was doing morning radio in New York while my wife was learning how to stop loving me in Los Angeles.

“Who’s that?” “That’s my dad.” “How old is he?” “I don’t even know.” “Does he do anything?” “Yeah, sometimes. I gotta go. I have to help him.”

I was a triumphant fraud with an angry Jew cock out to get some payback.

I want to be honest, even at the risk of alienating some of you. I came right on the floor of my hotel room.

Jesus lol

Yeah, the adage is true—that wherever you go, there you are—but you in an entirely new setting is a new you, or at least the old you in a new context, and that’s not nothing.

Love this.

I remember the night of the discussion with my second wife, Mishna, because it offered a window into her soul that was jarring. We were lying in bed and I said, “What are we going to do about Boomer peeing on everything?” Without even a pause she said, “Let’s just put him down.” It was unsettling. I always knew she was a little cold-hearted, but that was disturbing. It also fed my paranoia on a cultural level. She came from German stock. As a Jew I thought that way of thinking was a slippery slope that probably led to the Final Solution.