Maron2013

Marc Maron:
I see red flags as... as either a... a slalom course or perhaps if there's enough of them, like I just see it as an advertisement for a club I can't help but go into. What's gonna... Ya know... 'Let's go... let's go into there, there's nothing but heartache and, uh, chaos in there.' I don't... I don't know what I'm saying, really. I just... I just don't know how many more times I can stick my dick into a hurricane and expect something else to happen. I don't know what is wrong with me, but if I look into a woman's eyes and there's nothing but... but storm and chaos, I'm like 'I'm going in. Where's my raincoat?' Yeah, I'm in there and I'm, um... I'm standing in a storm with just two things that look like jumper cables saying 'Yeah, where's the broken daddy box? Maybe if I plug directly into it I can hang on for a while.' Does that make any sense to anybody? I mean is that something... did I just create some kind of Freudian or Jungian landscape that people can hang their metaphorical hat on? I don't know makes sense to me.