Dear Mun . . .

You see a couple of parallels that remind you of my show — not even the shit that involves me — and you put my head on the chopping block again. For the record, flattered isn't the word I'd use. Not even close.

Look, do a rewatch, and then we'll talk, okay? Yeah, the crying, the screaming, the whole she-bang. What's the saying — if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen? Yeah, that one.

So, what, every time you remember I exist, you drag me out like some kind of show pony? Come on, d'you even know how long it's been since I spent some quality time with Jen and the kids? Let alone by myself. Christ.

— Oh, yeah, think of it as a vacation, like this is what I'd be doing with my time off.