It’s a brave new world

Yes, its been awhile. I’m still working at the comedy club as a doorman, but I’ve seen the world now, and how are you going to keep a girl like her on the farm after she’s seen the likes of Karl Hungus. Yes, friends, NEW YORK CITY. Its calling my name, telling me to sell everything I own and move to the most expensive place where all the action and opportunities are.

Realistically speaking I’ve been trying to get myself together, my affairs in order because things around me are changing fast; friends have past on and I’m still here pondering the world and wondering where my place is. Those memories of talking to James Gregory before a show are seared into my comedic soul. I close my eyes and I can see Donnie Baker trying to pronounce cinnamon in front of an ecstatic sold out crowd. I’ve gotten to host a single show at the club for Katherine Blanford, from which I have that cancelled check proclaiming me a paid comic. Where do I go from here? Onward, ever upward.