Ah, Christ. “Heeeey, buddy.” Summer kinda snuck up on me. Thought I had at least another Mayer-free month. “Nah. I’m in the house. Summer of Douche!” Fuck. “You have no idea how many celebrity friends I’m gonna take selfies with, and the ridiculous interviews I’m gonna do, and OH MY GOD am I gonna Snapchat … Continue reading The Return Of Josh Meyers