I have very few regrets in life. One that I've been nursing as of late is never having lived in Philly while Neal Pollack was in residence. Someday I will do something that will lead me to sitting down with him over a few beers and laughing and talking about the rock or writing or something. There would be no kissing involved, so get that outta ya heads. It would just be dudes being bros and hanging out and laughing and stuff. Still sounds bad. Just realize that the guy is funny and I enjoy his stuff and we'll end it there (thanks again to The Long Cut for the gateway drug of "Nevermind the Pollacks").
I also have this same hope/fantasy about Terry Gross, but that's for different, professional, reasons.
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