Chaos and Camaraderie: Tales from Plathville

My man. My man. Give me. Still to come this season on Welcome to Plathville. I’m going to do it. Beautiful. And then bring it back down. I finally feel like I’m in the driver’s seat of my own life. I have learned more in the last year of this failed marriage than I did in the seven years prior. I was thinking about writing a rap song the other day. OK. Four big guys are walking from. How does it go? Things are getting strange in Plathville these days. I’ll follow you down to the other side. I finally booked a date for the concert, and it is much sooner than I expected. We’re all here together, including Ken. I’m just wanting to see who punches who first. Hm. Ha ha ha ha. But it’s keeping time. I’m first time around. Sorry? Oh, no. So do you think I could get your number? I am in Sedona this weekend, and I brought a guest. Are you doing OK after the divorce? I don’t know what the mending process of my relationship with my mom looks like. I have no idea where everybody is. We have a concert tonight. We haven’t practiced together in six years. I’m not running south. I don’t remember how to run south. How are we going to do this? Testing. Testing, testing. This could be a huge disaster. The guy that broke Mariah’s heart, he wants to come to the concert. So Mariah, is that guy coming today? He’s here. Ready, set, go. I was in red. You need to come see me right now. Where are you? You got any bail money? Ha ha ha. Oh, f—-. It’s literally a chaotic hot mess. Hey. Just like old times, huh? Uh, no, I don’t. She disappears, and then I’m standing there with Ken. This is the moment.