Knicks Morning News (2024.06.15)

A story? Well you do need a story, Doogie. They can help someone in your condition. You’re painfully something, though famously self aware. You’re really good at noticing stupid in other people.

Geo – my fandom exploded around the age of 12/13. My mother, who at the time worked at a printing press in white plains and also moonlighted as a professional contract bridge player got tickets to the Mother’s Day game that year from her bridge partner at the time (that partnership ended in a biting incident). She had seen me gravitate to the team as my little brain tried to work out the sport. I played with friends and talked about the team with her quite a bit. I was a little bit of a stats nerd as a child. So we went to the game. I fell in thrall.

My parents’ marriage was heading straight at the divorce cliff, my father was always at his service station in Mamaroneck(Charles Oakley and he were great friends until Charles was no longer his friend…) and I was the mistake that prevented Cain from killing Abel – so shit-listed into perpetuity. Anyways, my mom got a pin that says “Knicks Love Moms” on it that day and kept it because she understood how much I loved that team. She died during the pandemic from liver cancer.

I just brought her ashes to the founders’ stone in Tel Aviv where her grandparents’ names are inscribed with the 38 other founders of the city. I’m here because I wrote a movie that garnered some attention (Doogie would hate it – I’d say at least 50 percent of you would), and I was invited to talk about it during pride. My partner and I decided to come during this time because I think changing the world for the better means investing in arts and education everywhere. The Abrahamic binary as we all know it started here and it’s pretty fucking rad being super duper gay full of frocciagine on a beach full of naked men and women staring right into the abyss.

I’m an atheist, Bakshi’s Wizards is masterwork, 2 eggs sunny side up and bacon with butter slathered sourdough toast and light roast coffee with heavy cream and a touch of butter for my last meal please, plain croissant over chocolate croissant, the right to life is important and so is the right to die.

Where are you taking me Bernie? I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.

Geo the movie releases on the 25th. To be honest, I’m really nervous about reviews. We had a great publicist who connected us with the people who tend to like what we did. So right now it’s a 100 on rotten tomatoes. But that could change real fast. Did you know letterboxed exists. It’s like yelp for movies. Fucking hell. I’ll consider sharing more if things go ok for my psyche.

I didn’t get to watch the Celtics game because Tel Aviv is really a dope place. Sleep is barely an option though it’s in dire need. I’m really hoping the mavs got a handle on something because I really want to see torment and dread personified in either of those two teams when I get back to the states.

Interesting language thingy tonight with our server. To overcome, to persist and to deal with it are hard to parse for a non English brain. A polyglot though…

Huit