Goodbye to the stars

The outdoor swimming pool sits above the ground in the middle of an acre of grass. An extension cord runs to the pool. The children are instructed not to dump water on the extension cord. Apparently they don't want the kids to get electrocuted.

I'm surrounded by rolling hills of green and brown. Trees take up much of the landscape and tower a few stories tall. I day dream of a complicated tree house I've built with multiple levels and rooms. It's very impressive. My children are very impressed in this day dream.

I come out of fantasy as my son yells at me to get him a towel.

Last night the moon was full. I felt the beauty of the land for a breif moment. I look to the sky and see the stars. I'm reminded of when I was younger and would look at the stars every night, when I smoked cigarettes. Quitting smoking is easy, I've done it a hundred times. Then one day I just left it behind me. I guess I said goodbye to the stars on that day.

Laughs are key / bombing sucks

Bombimg is a bitch.  It's a car wreck into reality.  Although my bombs lately have been in front of crowds of less than ten people, all of who are comedians who are waiting to go on.  I've heard that Seinfeld says, "Good crowds help you write, bad crowds help you edit."  This is my experience.  I've just come off of a big, hot crowd at a house party.  I received an encore and evrything, wrote a bunch of new stuff.  I could do no wrong in front of these guys.  Last night in front of the eight comics I could do no right.  Except the laughter that a comic will give you when you're bombing.  Fuck.

Bad crowds make you edit.  And they make me want to redouble my effort and learn this thing.  I've been doing stand up over a year and a half and the one thing I know now is that first and foremost you need the laughs. A comic needs laughs to breath.  Laughs come first and something to say comes second.  Fuck.

Every comic needs to learn their own personal process.  I'm learning.

The minimum

The minimum isn't enough to drown
but it's enough to keep the water going
water seeps in through the town
with the minimum it's hardly showing
but one day the drowning will come
because we've started the minimum flow
the eternal sacred is where it's from
evil spirits are drowning slow
this is the freeing of the girl
the one who soars through minds with seeds
the one who connects your inside world
with writings and drawings, no weeds
it's the minimum you can't see
it's the small continuing walk
at night the girl runs free
through her can you talk

Inside looker

Words to go
words that flow
words I never knew I know
Love to free
Love I see
Love is not enough for me
Strong for good
Strong is should
Strong is strongest when it's could
Friends were first
Friends through worst
Friends leave me because I'm cursed
Bonds were made
Bonds were played
Bonds appear to have been slayed
Inside inner
inside begginer
inside looker is the winner

Cracky marries Goldie (Kids story)

Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her name was Sierra. Her favorite color was pink. She loved to wear dresses and pretend she was a princess. There was a boy at her school named Cracky. She wanted Cracky to be her prince. Cracky said,"If you want you could marry me when we grow up."

And Sierra said,"Yes I will marry you when we grow up."

Sierra had a best friend named Goldie. Goldie really liked Cracky too and she wanted to marry him. Cracky said,"I will marry you Goldie when I get older." And Goldie was happy.

Cracky told his Mom that he had two girlfriends at school and that he was going to marry both of them. The mom said,"Cracky you can't marry two people!"

and then Cracky said,"What?!"

Cracky went back to school and told both of his girfriends that you can't marry two people. He said,"I guess you guys will just be my girlfriends." He decided to marry Sierra because he promised her first.

Sierra was so happy. But then she moved to kindergarten while Cracky stayed in preschool and she got a new older boyfriend.

Cracky said,"Well I guess I'll marry Goldie."

The end

Cracky (Kids story)

Story

Once upon a time there was a little boy called Cracky.  Cracky was a little crazy.  He had a lot of energy.  He was really funny.  He liked to run around and play games, make people laugh, and have a lot of fun.  

He always wanted to do things his way.  If someone wanted to do something different he would push them.  If they still wanted to do something different he would cry.  

If his mom and dad told him no he would cry.  If that didn't change their minds he would try to hug them.

If he wanted some candy from his dad he would say,"Does daddy want a hug?" and he would give his daddy a big hug and then ask for candy.

Cracky loved candy.  If he didn't have candy he would get really mad.  He would yell,"Just give me candy!  Give me candy and I'll feel better!"

One day Cracky got a time out at school because he broke something and hurt his friend.  The teacher told Cracky that he had to listen to his teacher and parents and be nice to his friends.

Cracky decided to be nice to his friends and asked them what they wanted to do.  Cracky's friends wanted to play freeze tag and it was a lot of fun for Cracky.  Cracky learned that he could have fun doing what someone else wanted to do.

The end

Good stuff makes me nervous

I'm sort of freaking out right now. I had the best night of my comedy life the other night playig a house party. They treated me like a rock star. It was awesome. I've been contemplating a way to recreate that same experience, get a house party together, spread the word about me and charge $200. Was it too good to be true? Were the stars perfectly aligned that night in a way that can't be duplicated or is this lightening I can put in a bottle.

I have a new manager, the head of one of the trivia teams from Thursday's trivia night in Newport. He got me the first gig and said it was a bonus that he won't take out the %15 for the first gig. It went awesome and I walked away with $205. He's got a second party lined up and we've decided to charge $200. $170 for me and $30 for him. Sounds awesome.

Apparently this girl is throwing a double birthday party for her and her roomate. It's a cocktail party, I need to wear cocktail attire. Parents and family will be there. Both conservatives an liberals will be attending. I have been asked to keep my material pg 13. My manager said I'm available that night for $200 to perform 15-20 minutes. The girl has requested that for that price I do 30 minutes. I rarely do over 7 minutes! My material is a little racy.

I'm kind of freaking out right now. Fuck it, I'm going for it. I'll report back.