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Hosting Comedy Jokes at Cannabis Cafe this Fridjay. Private Show. Or public show if you have your Med card. Check it out. Flyer for the show later this week.

xoxo,
-J

Flyer for the show this weekend.

More Flyers to Come

So It Begins...

On the way up, there are many bumps. Tonight at the Boiler Room I was reminded of why I have to continuously write to stay productive. I'm still trying to figure out why I get nervous at the fucking Boiler Room. What the Fuck Brain?! It was a shitty set and reminded of how nice everyone is; which makes it a bit less productive.

Anywhoseit... I flushed a radiator today for a friend and she is making me and my roomate an awesome homemade pizza. Pizza won't pay the bills, but it holds off the whole starving thing and taken out to dinner before with Timmy. Which was awesome. Meeting tons of the best people I've been around in my life, pretty exciting.

Currently working on writing a television show with some super talented cats. I'm waiting for everyone to figure out that my stuff sucks and to just kick me to the curb. Partially, because I'm retarded in the whole confidence market. It's coming along pretty smoothly so far, waiting for all of the snags to take hold but treading along trying to avoid them. Writers meeting tomorrow which is going to be rad. More to come on that subject.

Went to Harvey's Comedy Club for the open mic on Sunday (also, as always, to see the lovely Amy.) I wish people would stick around more at those mics but, fuck, when the second comic is telling rehab jokes to a group of substitute teachers for Kelso.... people. fucking. leave. Everytime. It sucks. Had a pretty good set, some new jokes were hitting well. (Trying to write wider demographic stuff) Afterwards, I went back to the table and was chatting with Jen, and Amy calls me to the sound booth. She pulls out her calender and confirms my hosting spot March 10th through the 13th. (PLUG!) I'm stoked. This will be my second time hosting an actual comedy club. Staying Hungry with this stuff is paying off.

This is panning out to be a good start to the year.

XoXo,
-J

Comedy Road- Like Thunder Road but lazier

I love comedy. I love writing comedy. I like touring to do comedy.
Shows Coming up.

Shades of Laughs Comedy Competition - January 11th Tuesday, Copper Penny SE 92nd and Powell (Alt. for this show, I have to show and hope someone doesn't.
Ride the Light Comedy Showcase- February 22nd,  Tuesday, Mudai Lounge
March 10th- 13th, Harvey's Comedy Club Hosting Harvey's Comedy Club. Tickets Available at Harveyscomedyclub.com

More to Come
Holy Shit. Super busy for being unemployed.

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Splashes of Lights and Sounds

I saw the bottom and it is full of rocks tarnished with years of hatred and I lived there many years and one day I swam. Every ounce of my being woke and furiously clawed at the waters and sprawled forth. I was free. I could breathe. I could breathe. Optimism and reality sang a distant song I remembered from what felt like so long ago. Life sprung forth anew from this once broken frame. I knew no kiss this sweet and this passionate. I'm writing again instead of feeling the spears of inevitable failure.
I think I rolled a 20.
And I think you are going to love the show
Welcome back, optimism, this is going to be insane.
Stay Tuned.... 

Like being torn apart by butterknives

I feel like a starving dog that's been pushed into a corner and it's getting harder to hide in this tiny room. It's one of those days where the air is sweet hot and smells sweet with decomposition I haven't worked since Sunday and it hit me today that without a dramatic change to my work schedule I'm not going to be even eligible for health insurance. Now, without even the prospect of health insurance, I find myself thinking about what's going to strike first: The constant looming infection in the back of my mouth from the wisdom tooth that is surfacing, The dull pain that lurks in the realm of my left kindney, the fact that the water in my house isn't potable, or, the newest addition, the muscle spasms in the top of my ribcage. Is this another point in my life where everything keeps flinging shit in my face like a perpetual machine or everything pops at once and puts me in a hospital bed? Life has become a series of choices with no positive answer. It's sickening and unfortunately funny. When I used to see a wounded animal, insect, or bird; There was a level of perseverance and respect attached with trudging forth. Now it instills the question "What's Next?" I've tried to be an optimist but there is less and less to be positive about. For example, If you are making a shit stew, I refuse to get excited because there are chunks of beef in it. I can't afford to eat. Next person who tries to put a positive spin on that is getting put on their back.
It shouldn't be like this. It's supposed to be tough but conquerable.