Jack Ensor

There are two things that routinely happen in my life that would probably be considered unhealthy in anyone else’s life.

First off, I get text (sms) messages at all hours of the night. I got a message this morning at 3:30am, “hey dude, wut r u doing? where r u? i hope your CA isnt a douche. fly safe. l8r.” Which roughly translates into, “Jack, I’m stuck in Memphis and I am getting on the van to the airport. The hotel here sucks. I know you’re working standups and likely you’re up to read this. Where are you? Salt Lake City right? I hope the Captain you are flying with isn’t a douchebag. I’ve flown with that guy. Watch him like a hawk. Later.” How did I get all that from one message with 125 characters? Some were appointed to work miracles, some given the gift of healing, still others speak in tongues, not me, I read text messages like a mo-fo.

Yeah, yeah, blasphemy. My other gift. It’s delicious.

“Blashphempy, It’s Delicious”
Colbert/Ensor 2008 campaign slogan

Anyway, the other thing that I can pull off is having a beer at 0645. There’s nothing quite like the having a Bud Light at watching the sun come up. It’s the perfect way to go to bed really: a Yoplait and a Bud Light. I prefer the apple turnover flavor (yogurt not the beer). It’s funny because, just as I’m polishing off that beer, Katie’s alarm goes off and she has to get up and fly to Edmonton or something like that. Not me, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve been up for the last twenty-seven hours. I’m going to bed. That is after I send a text to my BFF CA Dave who got roped into a standup in Eugene last night. He’s probably just finishing his beer too. Bottoms up.

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