I'm about to finish George Carlin's "Last Words". My heart breaks for the terrible things drugs and alcohol did to his family. As an uxorious (and no, there is no less obscure word that can be used instead of that one) romantic it's absolutely unacceptable the idea of neglecting one's wife and family like that.
George contributed tremendous insights into our times and condition, but the way this book was written it seemed at certain times as if he cared more about "fitting in" or "making movies" than with his loyal and devoted wife Brenda drinking herself to death. It's just a weird thing about me I guess, but every fiber of my being is hostile towards such a differing set of priorities.
At only 104 pages there's surely much not being written, and the book did mention that George took extra care to be nice to her when they were together. But going back on the road a few days after his child was born? That makes no sense to me. If my child had just been born my attitude would be "f*** the whole world f*** everyone and everything, this is time that I'm going to spend with my newborn and the beloved mother of my child". Instead George went on the road... I can't understand that...

Carlin influenced an entire generation of thinkers, I suppose it only makes sense that such a seminal mind would be highly complex and mysterious.