Crushing On Dead Guys Does't Help My Social Life

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Reading a book about Bill Hicks on my Kindle(maybe that's why I turned off Mad Men this week...Bill Hicks would fuckin' HATE Mad Men) but some of his essays are also included. He wrote one about this woman he was in love with and how they could never make it work, and it was lyrical and sexy, two qualities I'd never associate with Bill Hicks.
There were cigarrettes in it. Which I would. So I guess I'll have to stop thinking of Denis Leary as "Bill Hicks you want to bang."