I’m going to be totally honest here. A very sweet person with the best of intentions baked me this cake and presented it to me during my last radio broadcast before moving to San Francisco as a way to say “see you soon!” Only the emotions of the moment led me to interpret it as “You will fail and have to retreat home!” and it made me so irrationally angry, this poor little cake.
At 2:00am I was speeding home through the woods and suddenly the moon broke through the canopy and illuminated this seemingly jeering confection. I opened the driver’s side window, took the cake up in my right hand, and flung it past my face, out the window, and into the darkness, where it hit a tree.
But, oh, the little frosted fucker was correct- on May 31 I’m back on the air at my old station for one night only.