Ellis Jones

I just don't want my friend to die.

And we were very close friends.

And then get a load of this, dude.

I'm doing an art project when I'm working at Yellow Cab at night, graveyard shift, and I'm doing these little drawings of famous people who have died.

So I'm Googling famous people who have died by certain methods, drinking themselves to death, suicide.

That's how I found out Chris died.

I was like famous pill deaths.

He was living at his parents' house in Sunnyside, Queens, and he fucking ate a bunch of antidepressants himself.

And then my friend Acacia, also one of my best friends in the whole world, drove off a cliff in Northern California.

Curtis got into a fight in Brooklyn, hit his head, died in his sleep because he had a concussion.

Didn't know it.

Lexi, who's like my spirit animal, like that one really hurt.

Dude, I want somebody to blame, to be honest.

I want to believe it was some jealous boyfriend or something who gave her some dirty drugs or something, but it's just the state that we live in.

Can we talk about some books?

I'll try and go as fast as I can.

Some of these are kind of joke books.

I'll do those ones first.

This one's called Theoretical Conspiriato.

Which is – it's like a complete like Mad Magazine signet book of a satire of making fun of conspiracy theorists.