People often ask me whether writing so publicly about my alcoholic adventures and dating debauchery ever causes problems. My answer: of course.

Observe, for example, this rather gracious email I received last night, in reference to a segment of the inaugural F. Scott & Friends Bourbon and Brylcreem Hour podcast, from a friend of my younger brother whom Sarah and I had discussed on-air the likelihood of my drunkenly sleeping with:

Um, dare I say ìwell done?î I listened long enough to hear the bit about my dimple and how I am apparently going to get angry after we drunkenly sleep together. OH, josh. Weíll blame it on the bourbon (not us sleeping together ó your podcast). Its no wonder Dave insisted I check it out.

For the record, I know what the hell a pod cast [sic] is, too.

Hope all is well. We all need to go drink/sing/not fuck real soon.

[name redacted]