superlative comedy
For the next few years, the doc is going to be reporting from the lacrosse heartland of America, Baltimore. So far, it’s been hilarious.
Running very late to catch a plane at BWI last week, I was luckily aided by a redneck, a deaf person and a meth user who banded together to get me to the airport on time. Individually, they would only be so-so, but as a group, they formed a crack team of professionals. One called a cab for me from the light rail station. The addict was really focused on my shoes, but very pleasant overall. I made the plane with time to spare.
I love this town. It’s like Brooklyn with no rules.
