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!********
