4/10/00:
Well, I'm in Tulsa, OK now. It's Monday night and I don't have a show until Wednesday, so I'm lying on my bed in their condo watching TV. You know, people always think that being a comedian is a great time all the time, and it is a blast, don't get me wrong. But the times like this, when you're away from home, away from family and friends and you don't have a show to look forward to tonight, you start looking at everything in your life.
5/13/01
I've decided that I am going to start this page up again, as you can see, it's been awhile since I last posted anything. I'm living in LA now, and I've been here for about 5 months now. I'll tell you the truth, it's really exciting, but right now I'm very lonely. I have no family out here, and today being Mother's Day, it really hurts. I have some comic friends, but no real friends yet, and, most importantly, I have no girlfriend. I am really needing someone now. So, what I've decided to do to vent a bit is post a poem I wrote (yes, I write other than comedy). If you can decifer this, you might be figuring out some of the 'real me':
"THE USUAL"
Gingerly treading down forgotten boulevard,
I reminisce about pleasure and pain all too real.
Calling out to a broken echo,
sensing presence but seeing nothing to present.
Beating in and out towards hollow places of happy times no more.
Follow me, won’t you?
Follow me hard.
Thinking of licking dreams off a lollipop, so sweet and luscious. Hard.
Dance with me my forgotten flower and fly the breeze on a whiff of blush.
Spread arms and lips and taste me once more.
Ignore the ones with daggers, pass the night to the day, skip pain to embrace pleasure.
He sees and preys, while I watch and wait.
Look again, closer to see.
I am just a watcher of wonder and I wonder what I watch.
Tick-tock, time runs,
can’t catch’em, only catch up.
Split, split, splat!
Forget-me-not diamond queen,
you glisten and shine in my reflection.
Call me but once and forever I am but a smiling touch from you….a whisper.
Forever in beat and rhythm and time with your light.
Find your way through.
Find my way too.
So may you be with that piece of peace for which you pine on for.
Live to love or love to live-
I am satisfied but with a look.