Back in the day, I used to work and party in New York City. One day, I met a fellow poet — a guy who looked and sounded alarmingly similar to Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. We’re going to call him Carl* because his real name starts with a C and I actually call him Carl to his face. He’s awesome people and I love actually just listening to him talk about his adventures in Ronkonkoma.

Carl is a real fun dude who is exactly the type of guy you would expect him to be: blue-collar, loves a good beer, surprisingly deep thinker, and oh my God, don’t get me started on his sick sense of humor or his reverence for New York.