David Sedaris is like a ray of sunshine

Well, not really. But he is brilliant. Here's his latest, just posted on the New Yorker site. (For the record, I am not generally cultured enough to add this site to my list of regular checks along with Defamer.com et al. The article was pointed out to me by a colleague.)

http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/articles/070219fa_fact_sedaris?page=1

I don't so much relate when hilarity ensues from, say, a strong desire for pot while at home for the holidays. Here's a sample. WARNING: It contains strong language, which I believe adds to the experience by contrasting so nicely with the music his words overall:

“Either of you guys married?” Little Mike asked, and Paul shook his head no. “I got preëngaged one time, but David here hasn’t never come close, his being a faggot and all.”
Little Mike laughed, and then he looked at me. “For real?” he said. “Is Bromine telling me the truth?”
“Oh, he’s all up inside that shit,” Paul said. “Has hisself a cocksucker—I mean a boyfriend—and everything.”
I could have done my own talking, but it was sort of nice listening to my brother, who sounded almost boastful, as if I were a pet that had learned to do math.
“Well, what do you know,” Little Mike said.
His wife stirred to action then, and became almost sociable. “So this boyfriend,” she said. “Let me ask, which one of you is the woman?”
“Well, neither of us,” I told her. “That’s what makes us a homosexual couple. We’re both guys.”
“But no,” she said. “I mean, like, in prison or whatnot. One of you has to be in for murder and the other for child molesting or something like that, right? I mean, one is more like a normal man.”
I wanted to ask if that would be the murderer or the child molester, but instead I just accepted the joint, saying, “Oh, we live in New York,” as if that answered the question.