Adventures in Los Angeles 3.5 – Shit, Piss, Cunt, Fuck, Cocksucker, Motherfucker, Tits

June 23, 2008

A friend of mine just informed me that George Carlin died today. 

I saw him three times in my life… even managed to meet him once.  It was at a book signing.  He was, perhaps inevitably, a charming and sweet man.  He made a crack about my friend's name… it was cheesy… which I thought was kindof perfect.

George Carlin was one of those voices that woke me up – made me think about language in a way I hadn't ever done before.  As a friend here in LA put it, "he was the man who taught me the difference between intelligence and wisdom."

George Carlin is up there in the big electron right now… floating around with my friends Kurt and Bill.  They're smoking cigarettes and laughing at everything that makes us cry.  And, if you'll excuse the melodrama, I really wish I was there with them right now.

About his death I can say only this one last thing: what bullshit.

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