I write this knowing that there is a chance that someone reading this may get upset that I put it on my website. I won't mention names, not out of respect, but out of professional courtesy.

I was told by someone two weeks ago that I would be “allowed” to perform locally. This was then preceeded by a serious talk about my performance and stage persona. It turns out that this person feels I alienate the audience and I show a negative response when the audience doesn't “get” a joke. Which I do agree with, to a point. It's true, I've said it before off stage and on stage, i've posted journal entries about it. When in El Paso, you have to “dumb it down” for some folks. This is not a surprise. We are ranked the most illiterate, overweight, and sweatiest city in America. That's sad in it's self. I do get upset. Now under those conditions I promised to do what I needed to do so that doesn't happen. “Get the energy up, get the show going.” And I did. I did the CHOLO jokes, I did the LOWER VALLEY jokes, I did the fluff bullshit. I feel like a sell out, but it was business.

Here's what pisses me off: I haven't worked a regular scheduled week for this place since December. I've been in town about a lot, but I just haven't been put on the schedule. I've given this place my schedule over two months in advance in the hopes that I can be put on the schedule when I am in town. No Luck. I'm thinking it's because of my problem “bring the audiences down.” “taking them in a strange direction” My bad. I fucked up, so I don't work much. But then I agree to the terms, I keep my end of the deal then Friday night, I am told as people are walking by me selling my cd's, that I can not sell cd's. Or any merchandise for that matter. Why? I don't know. I was told this while I am selling, as people are walking around me and looking at my cd's. I am being told that I am an opening act, I can not sell my cd's.

Now a week before I cleared this with the the headlining comic as well as with the other comic before any of us set foot on stage that week. Now it honestly doesn't piss me off that I can not sell my cd's there. It pisses me off that I was not told about this the other five times I had been selling my cd's in the past. I am pissed that there is not a sign backstage to tell me this, but if I happen to let the “F” word out accidently, there is a full color sign there a few days later. I am pissed that I do what I am told to do, and I still manage to do something wrong.

I work my ass off for this. I work my ass off for this place. I work as a bouncer when they need me too. I stay there over 18hrs at a time if they need me to. I've even mopped the men's restrooms right before I go onstage if they need me to. And I still manage to do something wrong each time. I am not a bouncer. I am not a janitor. I am not a driving instructor. I am a comedian. I am sorry I can't be anything else anymore. This post may get me fired from ever working locally in the future. If you are reading this, which I think you are, I hope that's what you wanted. Congrats, you beat me. You win.
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My last performance may be the week of May 11th – 14th. I don't want it to be. But it may. If it even takes that long. Please get the word out to everyone that you know who may want to support me and my career. This may be the last chance to see me live in this city. I need people to go see me, if there is a next time. I need you guy's help. I need you to call the place and tell them you want to see me perform there. Tell them you think I'm funny. PLEASE. (915) 591-8877. Leave messages if you'd like or call after 5pm wednesdays – saturdays. I wouldn't prostitute myself like this just for the hell of it.
I have uploaded some newer audio clips on MySpace.com if you would like to hear, please go to www.MySpace.com/CharlieMoreno

I like to do cheesy Photoshop photos. They usually don't look this cheesy, but I don't care.

  I almost passed out last night at the club. I'm suffering from a sore throat, headache, body aches, light headedness, and a short temper. I think it's a combination of things. I've been working way too much at home, working at the club nights, and not sleeping. I've been working non stop since my friend Craig died.

  This week I offered to help out at the comic strip and work the door. So I'm in front of my computer about 12 hours a day, then work the club at night. This week has been so hard for me physically. I worked at the club all night friday and got home at 4am. I then worked on a website till about 8:30am then went back to the club and taught my class saturday morning. The class was over at four and I stayed there waiting for an order to come in to the club but nobody showed. I finally took a nap there in the VIP couch and little by little I felt worse and worse. I ended up working till about 11:45pm. That's when I couldn't take it anymore. I came home and turned off my phone and went to sleep.

  I couldn't get out of bed today. My entire body was in pain. I need a vacation. it 's almost midnight and i need to be up in about 5 hours. I spoke to Buzz from one of the local radio stations over the weekend and he invited me to come down to the studio and hang out. I love hanging out at radio stations. Another DJ friend of mine has a morning show on a different station. He asked me to get ready to go in and hang out. I don't get paid for hanging out, nor do I expect too. I do it because I love to sit back and know that my jokes are going out to thousands and thousands of people. I won't ask them to give me credit, or let me speak on the air. I don't try to promote anything. I just become background noise. I hope i can become a regular on one of these shows. This is something I may need to know later.