On my way to do a nerd show at a comic book store in ventura. This seemed appropriate.
“We live in a world made up of nerds, and those nerds have to be entertained by men with jokes. Who’s going to do do it? You, Kevin Smith? You, Hardwick? You don’t want to the truth because deep down in places you don’t like to talk about on message boards you want me on that stage, you need me on that stage, you wish you could go back and ret-con previous nerd shows so that I was on that stage for years. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps in his mother’s basement under the blanket of comedy that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you gave me an applause break and went on your way. Either way, I don’t give a DAMN what you think about the Avengers trailer.”
“Did you order the Code Red?”
“You’re goddamn right I did! It had a delicious rush of cherry flavor!”
