Adam Friedland

You're delusional.

I know, out of my mind.

All right, my guy.

I thought, honestly, bro, that was like- Clap for him, man.

This guy is sick.

Honestly, bro, that is going to cut together so fun.

What an unmitigated disaster.

One of my personal heroes, 2 Chainz, hated my guts.

And to make matters worse, I was high on illegal marijuana.

I had to get out of there.

I ducked out of the studio.

My head was full of dangerous, negative self-talk, horrible, unspeakable things that I was telling myself, like, you stink, things like that.

Then it all went black.

Where was I?

What had happened?

You know, before technology like the cell phone or the mailman were invented, carrier pigeons used to be used by humanity to communicate for thousands of years.

These pigeons don't know that they're carrying a correspondence for a general or a star-crossed lover.

All they know is that they need to go home.

They're unaware of the magnets in their heads guiding their path or the sun serving like a compass.

Pigeons only know one thing.