Scott Galloway

My mom said that she wanted her only thing on her bucket list.

I asked her near the end, what's on your bucket list?

She has one item on my bucket list.

I want to die at home.

So I thought I can make that happen.

And then at night I'd go down to the strip.

I'd take a 20 minute Uber and I'd party with entrepreneurs and strippers.

And I'd get ridiculously fucked up, too fucked up to go home.

So I'd get a room at, I forget what it was called.

I think it's called the Delano now, but back then it was called something else.

And during the week, you could get a room in Vegas for like 29 bucks.

And I'd wake up and I'd go have the buffet breakfast and I'd cruise home to Everyone Loves Raymond and rabidly drunk.

And Carson, who was fucked up by 1 or 2 p.m.

And at one point I walked in on Carson.

I came in to the living room to see what was going on.

And Carson, the 78-year-old woman, was topless with one of the maintenance workers on my mom's couch fooling around.

And the really strange thing is it seemed almost normal.

Yeah.

I was in such a fucking Wes Anderson film at this point.

I'm like, okay, here's my mom's 78-year-old friend with big fake tits and a guy with his fully clothed with a shirt that said like Manuel on it, fooling around with her on my mom's couch.