And that's just what I did right now. I was at work and everything was fine. We had a screening of “8 Mile”, the Eminem movie. There were about 800 people. I had everything running fine. Then… the manager comes and says, “We need to talk.” I went with her to the office and she starts with this crap about me disrespecting her. I said my part. And when we got back to the stand she's gives this attitude like she just won a fight. I sent some people on break and told her and the other managers that I was leaving. Now I think I'll go rent some movies and relax. I called the house manager, he's in charge of basically everything. He told me not to leave. He asked me to try and get transferred to another department. I couldn't do that because I was fed up all ready. So I told him we'd speak tommorow. Let's see what happends. I might get fired, or I might get less days. Hell, watch her get fired and I get promoted. Who cares? No one. See ya!
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It's official.
I'm going home to visit in December. I was nervous about it at first. I really didn't want to go. But one thing changed it all. I got booked at the comedy club. Yeah, that's the main reason why I want to be there now. Not to see my mom. Not to see my friends. I want to go back home so I could feel like a big shot. Yeah, I admit it. It's true. I can't wait to stroke my huge ego with Vasaline. One year ago I left home on a Greyhound bus. I rode across the country for two very long and emotionally draining days. I had two bags of clothes, a couple hundred bucks and alot of confusion. And most people thought I wasn't gonna make it, they thought I'd go running back. Give up.
It's been a year now. I was homeless, I lived on the subway trains, I slept in shelters, I was told when to eat, when to sleep and when to be inside. 23 yrs. old with a curfew. I got a job, got promoted, got out of the shelter. I left that life now.
Now I'm going back, fuck Grayhound. I'm flying back. I get to perform at a really nice comedy club. I get to stay at the comic's condo, and I get to feel like a king. I get to brag to people I haven't seen in a while. I get to see my dog. I get to feel… GOOD. Plus, I get to see my mom. And she'll get to see me in that light. In my glory. She'll see me happy. That's what life is about, ain't it? It's not about money. Or love…. None of that bullshit. It's all “MATERIAL”. Life is material.
That's right folks,
December 10th-14th, I will be at
Bart Reed's Comic Strip
6633 N. Mesa (At the park at Alto Mesa)
El Paso, Tx.
********The Fuck Greyhound Tour!********
I haven't been able to write lately because…. I have no life. I got a second job. I like it. It's easy work and the people are cool. I've been online and everything but I can't seem to remember to write in my journal. So what's new???? Let's see. I'm still living with my roommate, Andre. He got laid off from his his job so I'm taking care of his ass at the moment. I don't mind, everyone needs a vacation. Especially a fucker like him. He's ok, I've got his back. I'm working a second job so I can save up some money to go back home and visit. I promised my mom I'd go see her. I should have enough to have a half decent time. I want to be there the second week of December. I'm hoping I get booked at the Comic Strip also, so I can at least have some thing to do in that god damned place. I dread the day that i place my feet on that shit hole. At least I'll have some stories to tell. Hopefully I won't see some people. I could only name a few I do want to see. I hope things go well. It's only a week, it's only a week…..
Everything else has been ok. I'm having fun being independent again. I've been going out, drinking, smoking, eating whenever I want. It's a weird thing to be able to do those things again. I feel like I just came out of jail or something. Except my ass doesn't hurt! I need some new music. I'll download some this weekend. I've made a plan for myself. I'm going to start doing comedy again. This time, no holding back. No tears. I'm getting onstage as much as I can, as bad as it might be, and get as good as I can. I will get there. I have that persistance. I saw a documentary from Jerry Seinfeld. I'm not a fan of his humor, but damn, that film was real comedy. It shows what comics go thru just to make a joke work. How a joke turns into a bit, a bit turns into a set… And a set into a career. I've got to get serious about joking around. See ya!
