Four Things You Don't Know About My Time On The Adam Carolla Show
I'm back! Did you miss me?
Okay so first I need to address the fact that I haven’t written about all of this in awhile. To say I had writer’s block is too trite and simple but I have felt blocked. I was chugging along telling this story and then my mom had the fucking gall to die suddenly and for some reason it just stuck a cork in the bottle labeled “Adam Carolla Show Memories.”
It’s really strange because I have experienced loss and death before and I have always worked straight through. Work has been something of a reprieve for me—something that kept me connected to who I am.
Even when I had my children I didn’t take much time off, because I wanted to be able to talk about the experiences on the podcast.
But when my mom died I actually took some time off. Maybe it’s because there was so much to do. So many tasks and so much busywork and paperwork. Or maybe it’s because so many relationships exploded. Or imploded.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been so angry.
But regardless, I’ve struggled to get back here. But here I am!
The way I would do this before is to read my last post and then read some other materials from the time and immerse myself in that specific moment and then write the next part of the story.
That feels a little too deep end for me and since I’m easing myself into it, I’m going to instead write 4 more top line things.
Btw isn’t this like a recipe where the author writes a whole saga and you’re like JUST SHOW ME THE FUCKING CAKE FOR FUCKSAKE.
I didn’t invite anyone from the show to my wedding because