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Hari Kondabolu recently wrote a sweet, thoughtful little rumination about the jittery early days of his comedy career, and the weirdness of becoming a peer to his mentors. He closes with a series of texts he exchanged with Marc Maron, after Maron mentioned on his podcast that Hari does "'an Indian version' of him, which he finds 'flattering.'"


It's funny:

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Marc:
Stewart lee just texted me that he finds u annoying.

Hari:
That's funny. Stewart Lee told me that he thinks you do a Jewish version of him which he finds flattering.

Marc:
You were funny last nite. Maybe we should travel together.
You don't mind selling my merch do you?

Hari:
Only if you're selling copies of the American version of "Never Mind the Buzzcocks."

Marc:
Those are collectible. Hard to find. Cult stuff. Maybe u could put a dvd together of all your killer sets.
We can sell that.
You don't have to fill the whole dvd.
12 to 15 mins is fine.

Hari:
I'm currently at a store called House of Vintage. Will I find your career in here?

Marc:
No but you could find some clothes that look like mine. Is that why you are there?

Hari:
Sorry for the late reply. Stopped giving a shit.

Marc:
That was a hurtful out. Stop stealing my angle.
Btw. Word on the street is you're 'difficult to work with.'
There's nothing wrong with pursuing writing.
Cunt.

Hari:
You win.

Marc:
Thank god. I'm exhausted.

Hari:
Want to join me and my friends for a drink? We're at Mulligan's. 3518 Hawthorne.

Marc:
Just drove by u on the street. Stop crying.

Hari:
I guess I am the Indian version of you.

Marc:
Touche.

Anyway, Marc Maron is coming to town this weekend for Bumbershoot. You have like a million opportunities to see him, and you most definitely should.