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There’s an old joke where I guy says, “I’m schizophrenic and I am too.”. I always thought it was funny but now I’m starting to feel like that guy.
My humor is flying right over people’s heads but I still laugh like its the funniest shit I’ve ever said.
I’m listening to music currently that is no less than 60 years old.
I drink so much tea that I worry myself. I look at my iPhone more than I look at people. I don’t know what day it is…ever. I have so much dirty laundry that I’m thinking of pitching it all. I don’t sleep until 5 or 6 am. I’m kind of walking around in a daze all the time. I joke to everyone at meet and greets. No one gets my gags.
What should I do? Maybe I should read my book Outliars? Maybe I should meditate. Maybe I should stop watching Louie so much and Tosh.O.
Not sure really. I’d say take a break but that is not gonna happen.
Maybe I should just do it. Jump head first into the weirdness. Get freakishly strange until I’m bearded and un bathed and reclusive.
I could write. Hmm. That’s not a bad idea. What do you do when you are tipping on the verge of cracking and yet at the same time kind of enjoying the weirdness of the cracking?
I could just eat ice cream until I’m the new round rocker. I could start a cult.
Or a religion. Patsofatso-ism. Sounds good actually. We believe that all things are hysterical except for things that aren’t. That sounds dumb I suppose.
How about I do something super cool for someone every day? Or with someone? I try to do that during shows with shirts and a guitar at the end. Hmm. Maybe there is something even cooler.
What’s big? What’s a great gift? What could I do to occupy that space? Visit people? Start having coffee with a random every day? My treat. Sounds fun and strange and possibly dangerous. Some girl called me creepy today because of my jokes. That word sucks when it’s describing you. Some guy said he’d like me to practice all the 50 ways to say goodbye..on myself. That was actually funny.
I’ll think of a way to not go too nutty on you all. For now my band and crew will have to put up with my odd ball ways. I’ll try not to bring it into your lives too much but if I do, just blame it on the road. I’ll come around eventually.

Love, Pat