Blue Jello...

The days are all starting to slide together now. It’s remarkable, how sleeping is by no means any way to mediate a life, but somehow I find myself repeatedly meddled by it. I slept for 18 consecuetive hours the other day, but only 6 during this last day. I find myself arriving in strange places at strange times. The other night I woke up on the couch, with very little idea about how I fell asleep with my legs hanging...

not so Stand Up Comedy...

Something I just added to my stand up act that I thought up under several influences. It’s fictional, but the point is there. “My girlfriend got mad at me for being one of those Stand Up Comedians who pick on the audience because one day she got picked on at a club. I said to her, “Well, you were probably being a stupid Cunt.” Thusly, I solved my girlfriend problem.” The moral of the story?...

Cold Weather And Hazey Memories...

Sometimes I love coming home. Other times I can’t believe I willfully returned to New Jersey. It’s a very serious dichotomy. I can’t ever see myself being here again for more than a holiday. It’s just too much. Too Cold, Too Dark, Too Dreary, and certainly Too Dirty. At what point can I accept a quality of life that includes Snow, Hurricanes, Rain, Wind, and Hail? Not at this point. After a relatively...