Don't read this!
Welcome to hell. Straight from the depths of hell.
Old creepy guy was looking at the girls underwear in the dryer at the dry cleaners. I read that text at my show.
I opened the night off while the guy running the show stressed out on the PA system. I was told to be there at 7:15 and when I arrived I was told that the show would begin at almost 9:30.
I did get to write jokes while waiting.
I'm learning. I see light but its probably a mirage. Just when you think you know something you get slammed with a little taste of reality.
I think I did good for a group of people not listening.
Listen hard.
I felt the flow tonight. I was waiting for a long time and I started to write. I was writing tags to premises and the words were flowing. I believe I am arriving to the door. You know what door I'm talking about. The door of inspiration.
There's a J Crew looking model who is just eyeing me through the peep hole of the door. She can't wait to start feeding me material. I felt it seeping through the cracks. I feel it coming. Sleep is urgent but my writing is important.
Yoga, meditate, write and sleep.
goodnight
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