I'm liking 2012. Thus far, it's been a banner two month span. Remember that cheesy self-help style list I shared here some time ago? I've been chipping away at it, and it's been working. I was actually jogging the other night, trying to be less of a complacent and rapidly expanding piece of shit ... and happened across a couple of shady characters. I actually thought to myself, "I hope I don't get shot in the face right here. There are prettier places I'd like to die, and I've kinda got a lot of cool things going."
Back to doing stand-up consistently again. I've come to peace with not taking open mics very seriously and acting like they're legitimate sets. I've just been using them to try out new jokes, see how they fly, trim the fat, and get used to the stare of strangers. Usually while half (ok, mostly) drunk. It's been much more freeing. How YOU doin'? And by YOU, I mean the one or two people who still remember this is a thing on the vast expanse of the internet. Thanks for taking time away from your pornography to read these words.
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Good for you, sounds like you are in a better place. Best of luck.
A short story entitled, "I Burned My Grilled Cheese Sandwich".
What had promised to be a fruitful and happy day had, in a matter of 45 seconds of carelessness and unloading of the dishwasher, turned to shit. I held the sandwich and considered scraping away the black carbon, but it wasn't that simple. It was a moral failing as much as a culinary one, and you can't scrape the burn from the soul. I ate it as it was, in a meaningless act of contrition.
fin.
My farts are hard and uncomely.
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