Keep your pants on
Back to the mail. It's the latest issue of "Rolling Stone" magazine with Zac on the cover.
Was I impressed by this? No, Zac, as a matter of fact, I wasn't. My 8-year-old is watching you. Keep your clothes on.
The only reason we're getting Rolling Stone is because Chad inadvertently signed up for a subscription online while trying to sign up for something else. (That's really true -- Chad couldn't care less about what's going on in the world of rock 'n' roll.) I used to be a big fan of the magazine. In 9th grade, I rebelled against the pop music of the mid-'80s, sold my soul to rock 'n' roll and bought every issue of Rolling Stone that year. The writing has always been exceptional. One article I read that year about John Phillips' (The Mamas and the Papas) drug addiction convinced me to never, ever do drugs, and I still never have.
Twenty-plus years later, we've got children in the house. So, sorry, Rolling Stone, you're outta here.