George Carlin is dead.
And I'm really sad.
He always seemed like the kind of person who would never die. I've always loved what I like to call a "classical cynic" viewpoint on everything he's talked or written about. I'd wanted to see him live once, but I guess I won't get that chance.
Hopefully he's looking up at us, pissed off because the coffee is cold.
Goddammit. I don't want to swear, but I feel like for him I have to.
I looked up his shows, and his last one was a week ago, here in Las Vegas of all places. He played at The Orleans.
"The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to himself: You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."
Edible Substance · Mon Jun 23, 2008 @ 10:22am · 0 Comments |