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It was the mid to late 90's. I didn't sleep a lot. I regularly drank at Philly's best dive bar; recalling it now, I swear I can smell hot dogs and Jack. It was a magical time. I didn't even have an email address and I never missed Late Night with Conan O'Brien. Back then Conan did bits about how nobody watched him, he featured bands not many of heard of and he featured lots of wacky skits and characters (Pimpbot5000, that golf cart studio tour thing, The Year 2000, Triumph, those weird talking mouth and lots of odd bit actors that looked strangely enough like writers). Without the pressure of a good time slot, he was free to do crazy shit. Sure, I hadn't even watched Late Night since Andy left when Conan took over the coveted Tonight Show slot in June from the head of the Evil League of Evil, and I can only assume he was still being relatively edgy and entertaining. But, Andy was coming back and that seemed to make up for Conan's move to LA. I swore I would stay up late or at least DVR it or something. I did neither. I get up really early in the morning, fair readers.