Me writing

This is me writing my comedy set. My goal this year is to have 45 minutes. I'm not sure what's more likely to happen first; me getting a 45 minute comedy act or me getting my car repossessed (I'm ignoring a call from Toyota as I write this).

My writing right now is consisting mostly of me staring at this page that supposedly has my comedy set list. Mostly I'm just staring at this page. Then I started blogging about staring at this page. Then I took a picture of this page and then I took a picture of me looking at this page.

This is how well it's going.

I would like to perform this entire set soon. I think I'm going to book a gig in a few months where it's just me performing. Now I'm thinking out loud. Fuck that would make it real if I book a gig.

I guess a venue is next and then comes the stress to put together the act.

Holding cool

Holding cool
A precious grip
Attending school
While biting lip
Taking tide
It's going low
No room ride
A rocky tow
The kid is gone
He's on the lamb
Something wrong
A poets slam
Holding cool
Without a try
Leaving school
Without a cry
I'm ready then
That's with hope
But then again
These shoes are dope

This way

It's life
It's the way
It's what's written
I don't have a say
It's nature
It's the course of things
It's always
It's what mother brings

The ceiling

Staring at the ceiling
My mind chips peeling
Seeking some feeling
Without unreeling

No understanding
Just more demanding
Looking for landing

Avoiding the rough
Growing more tough

Just looking

Child of the week

Every dog has its day, even Stonepab. All week long he goes to the front of the line. I like to stand in front of the line with him and pretend that I'm father of the week.

On the couch again

How many hours have been spent
In the lapse of coherent judgement?
In the line of darkness with a cushion
In the mind of numbness I'm pushin
The longest of lives is holding time
Forgotten friends of strings unwind
Tales of sterling shine are told
And failing whispers horizontal hold
Me I'm nothing more than life
So sitting here laying next to wife

Open mic

The guys already talking about mushrooms.

I'm about to go up. Hearts beating a little faster.

Bill says will has a porn mustache.

Ok here I go.

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It went as well as could be expected and by that I mean it went awesome. That's a pic of me below giving a thumbs up in the lobby of the Irvine Suites as I write the end of this blog.

Now it's time to go home and edit the first three scenes of the movie.