Episode 1115 - Sam Morril

**Marc Maron** (0:09)
All right, let's do this. How are you, WTFers? WTF buddies? WTFsters? What's happening? It's Marc Maron. This is my podcast, WTF. Welcome to it. Is everybody just hanging out? Hanging out at home? Is that what's up? You just hanging out?
I've been up and down in the last half hour, in the last hour, every hour up and down.
There's been some quieter moments, but man, I get, I tell you, I'm craving, craving a general sense of connection with people.
Look, I know I can zoom, I can talk. I got Lynn over here at the house. I'm just saying in general, just the kind of passive nature of being alive in the world. Hey, what's up? Excuse me. Could you step over there? Just give me a little room here on the train. Just the regular stuff. I miss having people come over, but today Sam Morril came, he came over. I've had a few comics. Comics have been bold about it. I offer them the option. If I talk to them personally, I say, look, you can come over. I got, it's clean. We'll sit six feet apart. We don't need to touch.
I just want to look at you and talk to you. So Sam came over, very funny guy. He featured for me, I believe, back in the day. We're going to talk about that.
So how are you holding up, man? I, like I said, it's up and down from a day, on a day-to-day basis, but I was doing the Instagram live thing and I, ah, God, it's just even saying it bothers me. I think people enjoy it. I think it keeps me connected in some sort of immediate way, live, like a live show, a live audience. I like riffing and it's okay, but I don't want to feel like I have to do it.
At some point, like everybody's doing a thing. Look, I'm doing a thing of me doing nothing or trying to figure out what to do with this time.
What was weird was I was sitting on my back deck and there was a guy, my neighbor is in his backyard and I hear him on the cell phone. I don't know the guy. He's got an accent that I don't know where from. It's pretty heavy. I'm having a hard time understanding. But the conversation is heated. He's talking to somebody. There are amounts being dropped. There's like 50,000, 200,000. Someone is mad at somebody. And I keep trying to listen harder to figure out what's going on. And they're mad about those numbers. I don't know what those numbers indicate. I know nothing. But then he mentions the name Gary, that Gary somehow is involved in these numbers. And the negativity around the numbers was pretty strong.
So I start to figure just over here in this guy that Gary's in a little trouble. I mean, he's into about 50 to 200,000 somethings in trouble. I start to get concerned about Gary. And the way they're talking, I couldn't quite make it out. But I don't know who Gary is or where he is, but I think Gary's in trouble. So that's what happens on my back deck. I get half invested in a conversation that I can't even really make out other than numbers and the name Gary. And I decided someone's going down. Gary is going down.
And it was just my sort of craving to be part of a community, you know, alive, living, sort of like, hey, there's a guy over there. He's talking. I used to just talk to people here and there, but now just listen in. And now I got to spend the rest of the day wondering like 200,000 what? And how is Gary going to be all right?
You know, I can only watch so much TV before I'm being just grateful to overhear a conversation, even though Gary might not be with us anymore. I mean, that's where I'm at. That's the level I'm operating at. And I'm jacked up on coffee. I mean, come on, is that even necessary? Speaking of allergies, I'm pretty sure this nut allergy is real. And I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not as anxious and freaked out as I think I am. Maybe I'm just mildly allergic to nuts. Today, no nuts. No nuts day. And I don't want to brag, but I eat a lot of nuts.
And I'd stayed off the cashews and the almonds because I had food sensitivity, but I just pounded in walnuts. But then I started to eat some peanut butter, and then I'm like, well, why not a little almond butter? Then I'm just eating handfuls of all the different kinds of nuts and my throat itches, and I can't breathe at night, and having a hard time swallowing, but not coronavirus. I think I'm just pushing my luck with the nut allergy because today I'm like, oh, that was a nice breath. I feel great. No nuts. What do I got to do to myself? Is that how bored I am that I got to hurt myself to feel like I'm alive? I mean, come on, that is no way to live. I can't breathe. I must be frightened. Or I shouldn't eat a fucking mound of almonds and a mound of cashews and some peanut butter for a lot of reasons, mainly because I can't breathe right when I do it.