My thing

I want to create. I want to write.

Love
Connection
Hurt
Loss
Learning
Brothers
Let downs
Lost hopes
Depths of craziness
Friends
Laughter
Fun
Funny
Dad
Dreams
The wolf
The deer
The morning
Nothing
Drugs
Mullets
Fights
Losing
Reading
Staying busy
Church
Fucking
My dick
The vagina
God
Lesbos
Strategy
Alliances
Plans
Heartache
Seriousness
Taste
Learning curves
Big league
Anger hidden
Anger risen
Comparing
Coincidence
Heroes
Gurus
Books
Liars
Bullshitters
Girlfriends
Masturbation fantasies
Homes
Women
Stealing
Skateboarding
Bankie
Bully threatening
Vandalism
Veganism
City people are better
Unsolicited advice
Food stamps
Fear of work
Fear of death
Hugs
I hate dad
The fire inside
Before god
The devil
Light as a feather
The video game
4th deminsional double
Ecankar
Tp-ing a house
Racism
Sexism
Religion Rapes you
Don't think
Panic
The end of the world
Death
Different kinds
Sleep
Eating and over eating
Gratitude
The astral plane
Best friends cheating
The problem with free is it costs a lot

I'm nervous

I'm fucking nervous. What the fuck did I get myself into? An hour? Headlining?

Fuck

There's over 100 people on my guest list but I thing some people on the facebook invites say yes with no intention of going. It's a late show. What if no one comes? What if my mind goes blank? Who the fuck do I think I am?

I'm not sure who I am. Who cares. Who's anyone? Who cares?

I'll be fine.

I'm cool.

Don't bother me.

I don't care if I play for one person, I'm going to rock this place!!!!!!!!

No more why

Visions and flowers and under the dirt decisions
Up into the stars with over working fury
Untold lives and deep down secrets of visions
Toward the snakes unfurl asking where were we?
Skys go deep into the patterns and the folding
The sound goes far and extends like that night
With nothing in my hand from the molding
Feeding the teeth in fear of the metal knight
Holding true is loosing its grip and ceasing
The mountain is turning flat in front of my eyes
The home I don't own the term is only leasing
With fists unclenched to the sky I direct whys

I am back

It's night and I'm tired
With an imagination that's fired
The stage that's been set
The feelings I get
Some parts are so good
Looks just like it should
But the little guys sick
And my head needs a kick
Cause I'm throwing away
The chance I might slay
The demon inside
Whom I confide
Without it's just you
Walk fearfully through
And I'll land on the side of the sun
It's there that I'll be when it's done

I might be content (oh no)

What do you do when all your needs are met? What do you do when the hungry monster inside has a full belly and is asleep? I guess you blog.

I began by forcing myself to do. Then I let go. Then I stopped doing. Now I'm not doing anything and yet everything is getting done. Have I become a Taoist? I heard there's a saying, "If you're not smart enough for Taoism then try Confucianism." All I have to say is there's no Confucianism for me. I'm following the Tao all the way. I'm like a green blade of grass that bends with the wind while the brown blades of grass break.

Therapy

I have problems so I go to therapy. I'm married which is why I have problems. My goal in therapy is that my wife stop asking me to do stuff. My wife's goal is for me to start doing stuff without her asking.

One of the things my wife was asking me to do was to go to couples therapy. Finally I went to couples therapy and she didn't show up. I'm married, which is why I'm in therapy.

I accidentally told the therapist my real feelings which is always a mistake. After I spoke he said the words that were jumping out at him were,"Dead on the inside" and "checkmated by life". Then he asked me if I had a plan to kill myself.

I'm married.

Me writing

This is me writing my comedy set. My goal this year is to have 45 minutes. I'm not sure what's more likely to happen first; me getting a 45 minute comedy act or me getting my car repossessed (I'm ignoring a call from Toyota as I write this).

My writing right now is consisting mostly of me staring at this page that supposedly has my comedy set list. Mostly I'm just staring at this page. Then I started blogging about staring at this page. Then I took a picture of this page and then I took a picture of me looking at this page.

This is how well it's going.

I would like to perform this entire set soon. I think I'm going to book a gig in a few months where it's just me performing. Now I'm thinking out loud. Fuck that would make it real if I book a gig.

I guess a venue is next and then comes the stress to put together the act.

Open mic

The guys already talking about mushrooms.

I'm about to go up. Hearts beating a little faster.

Bill says will has a porn mustache.

Ok here I go.

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It went as well as could be expected and by that I mean it went awesome. That's a pic of me below giving a thumbs up in the lobby of the Irvine Suites as I write the end of this blog.

Now it's time to go home and edit the first three scenes of the movie.

Back in Jiujitsu

The daydreamer is in class right now. Today me and the dreamer ditched school and went to the skate park. Life's good right now...as long as you ignore the landlord. The master told me once "no stressin in the session". I used to stress so much but now I'm letting go. The master also told me "the party starts when the worrying stops". I think I made it to the party.

Me and the dreamer are flying high, our heads in the clouds with our skate boards on the ground. I'm surfing the wave, it's now. I'm tripping. It's fun.

Tonight I'm funny...see ya there.