Bryan Greene

I'm like a cat with a shiny toy, a little squirrel with a nut.

I run around the yard.

I don't know which way I'm going.

And then eventually I make my way up the tree with the nut.

Okay, I'll get to it this weekend.

Yeah, I already said YouTube.com and all that jazz.

I already said at the commercial break on Instagram and all that jazz.

And I'll remind you to go to the website, TCBpodcast.com.

Get your free sticker, all the audio, all the video.

Okay.

On behalf of Chrissy and I, I'll tell you that I love you.

Best to you.

I hope you have a great holiday week.

Until next time, I will say, I do say, and I must say, goodbye.

I have it.

It's the summer of 1997, and I've just finished a shift at the restaurant.

I run home to smoke some really bad weed out of my beautiful three-and-a-half-foot graphics glass bomb.

When I'm firmly in my own universe, I go to the kitchen to prepare my sacrament, donuts and a family-sized bag of Lay's potato chips, because, you know, salty and sweet is a stoner's best treat.

I run upstairs to flip on my 24-inch RCA color TV.

In a pre-DVR universe, late-night basic cable was about as entertaining as it got.