Last night I had a lotta light beer, shitty food, and sat in MSG for a few hours watching pro basketball. So of course, I had to take a shit. Me and shitting. Excuse me. Shitting and I have a weird bond. I grew up having a serious problem with it. The only reason I’m mentioning it is that I’m very accustomed to feeling uncomfortable at the worst times.
Well my sister was having a birthday party. So I sucked it up and got on the train and got off at 14th street on the A train. Nothing over there. Well there’s a lotta things there but I wasn’t getting into any clubs in my champion sweatshirt and black jeans. So I went the only place where I could get away with belonging. Comix on 14th and 9th. I walked in, nobody noticed. I walked down into the late Ochi’s lounge where there are some picture perfect toilets. They have microphone’s hooked up to the bathroom so you can hear the comic as you are doing whatever it is you decided to spend your time doing in the bathroom. Joe DeRosa was on. I’ve seen him a few times, I’ve laughed hard each time I saw him. Really funny guy. I sat on the toilet and listened to him kill in the bathroom. And I couldn’t hear the audience in the room he was in. I mean he was making the guy who accepts a socially pressured dollar for handing you a paper towel (after I wash my OWN hands) and the guy in the other stall laugh. And me.
So if I’ve taken you out on a date in the past year you are aware I can’t afford to design a personal website. You would also know I’m kinda insecure, but that has nothing to do with why I’m here. Well, it sorta does I guess. Anyway, I wanted to set something up where I can write more and people could come check out some videos of me, some ideas, and since it’s not on twitter, I won’t know how few people are actually reading. This is the first post. I’m not gonna count it though cause I’m acknowledging that it’s a post which makes it not count, in my book. Okay enough for now. Talk to you later? Oh excuse me, ttyl?