My girlfriend still goes on the road as a comic - and I’m soooo happy I don’t have to do it anymore. Staying in flea bag hotels that the other acts have barfed in making people with either no teeth, job or brain cells laugh is not as glamorous as it appears.
Being a road whore in Bakersfield, on route to Solvang, only made me long to be a real whore and have to travel less.
I pictured having my own website that I would share witticisms with dark thinkers from New york to Amsterdam. Thousands of us would correspondence daily and new ideas would abound. Or ideas that we’d at least forgotten about and considered new. As it turns out I’ve had only three “fans” join me here and all of them have gotten so out of hand they’ve had to be blocked.
So, at this point I’m virtually only blogging for myself. And I’m not eve that impressed.
A time for him to rejoice and me to spend another 280 bucks on a restraining order. He’s not bad - he’s just shy and would rather steal from relatives than strangers.
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