Drunk dial Dan Savage!

There's a certain Middle Tennessean-turned-New Yorker who occasionally leaves long, rambling, booze-and-drugs-fueled messages on my voice mail regarding existential crises, and, while I get an infinite kick out of hearing these messages and coming up with wholly inappropriate advice for the aforementioned existential crises, I'm thinking this Middle Tennessean-turned-New Yorker might actually get some usable advice from dearest Dan Savage, who is now taking phone calls for his upcoming podcasts.