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Dave on the beach. Try it, you'll like it.

(If there are enough requests I might go as far as to post a shirtless picture. If you haven't seen one before, there is nothing quite like a shirtless comedian.)

So Florida was a great trip. I went with my buddy Jon, who has been my best friend since 5 years old. His son just turned 6, which was quite a trip for my mom, because she remembers Jon and I playing Star Wars together at that age.

We were on Sanibel Island, which is a little island off the west coast of Florida that is fairly remote and has only one traffic light. It's a lot like Fox's Temptation Island, just with more old people. Basically, all we did was chill at the beach and pool all day. That, and eat, drink and eat and drink. FYI, Grouper is my new fish of choice, blackened in particular, though you can go ahead and have it any way you like.

Naturally, we talked about all kinds of stuff, and as Jon said, we solved the world's problems many times over. I'll be writing an essay on the solution in the coming months, title TBA.

If you can think of a better title than TBA, I'm open to suggestions.

And now to Cosmo Kramer. The short of it is that it's hard to say exactly what went down that night without seeing the heckling that was going on before his outburst. However, you can see him go down that slippery slope that comics too often fall into where funny and edgy is overshadowed by dark and racist. Ironically, a black comic could literally, and I mean literally, say anything about white people and it'd be fine, but I don't feel like opening that can of worms at the moment. Clearly, Michael Richards has some major issues, and racism doesn't just appear out of nowhere, but more than anything else I can't figure out how someone just loses it like that. Especially if that someone who has millions of dollars in the bank. If anything, I should be te one having meltdowns everynight, not Kramer.

Speaking of meltdowns, I gotta prepare for my gig tonight...