Introduction

Bill Byrne: Where's the summer going? I feel like every other year, I'll say to myself in May now. And then all of a sudden, it's almost August. The big thing when you go back east is, oh, I can't eat all this fucking Italian food,. All the stuff that I miss, all the pizza and the bread and all the shit that they can't make out now. There's some guys from Brooklyn. They just moved out here. They flew the water from Brooklyn out. It still stinks.