Letter to George Carlin

Georgie,
thank you for leaving so much for us. i have a plan for my future son (or daughter). i'll start them off easy, mostly Thomas the Tank Engine so they can get to know what Uncle Georgie looks like, and it'll be nostalgic for me, sitting there, as close to the tv as possible, it will remind me of those times i watched the show during those long afternoons at my aunt's house. as my child progresses, i'll get them on to Bill and Ted's.... but i know they'll eventually start losing interest. you get it right? of course you do.
I was probably in my room jerking off or watching M.A.S.H. when i heard my father call for me, i walked over, slumped shoulders, wondering what could cause this kind of disruption in our home? i stumbled into the room, still dragging my feet like a lousy snot nosed punk.
"check this guy out, he's funny."
i looked up and there you were, you still had most of your hair then, and it wasn't white. Carlin on Campus? possibly?
Sometime in high school, i tried to be either you or Andrew Dice Clay.
yeah i know, quit yelling.
So you get where i'm going? Consider this a thank you. a small insignificant gift now that you are gone. i admire you ability to work the word, you phrase them, time them, wrap them up and shoot them out of a cannon, you compare and contrast, point and shout, organize and shuffle all at the same time. more than your humor, the working of the word. it's beautiful. it's motivating. Fucking up lifting.

You'll live on, i'll be damn sure of it.

"Rat Shit, Bat Shit
Dirty old twat
69 assholes tied in a knot

hooray!!!
Lizard Shit!!!

FuCK!!!!

-alex