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A New Year, a time of reflection…
Reflection, get it? Oh, I’m so very hilarious and right now all my weak mind can conjour up is a wiley little pun like this…
Here I sit at the Trading Post Coffee Shop somewhere between Topsail and Sneads Ferry, North Carolina. I’ve traveled this country from the Arizona desert through the flat and boring mid-west to the eastern seaboard and now I am on my way back. I mean, eventually… I will be driving back west to be in Park City, Utah buy the 15th of January. The Homeless Comic is going to Sundance!!!! Don’t get too excited it’s not as classy as it sounds, I’m volunteering part time so basically I’m just working for movie tickets.
I would like to thank all of my friends and family for your support and only silently condemning my newly acquired hobo lifestyle. Yes, i said hobo. I learned recently that there is a distinct difference between a “homeless person” and a “hobo” after meeting 2 “hobo’s” in Richmond, VA. Josh and MeHe were professional dumpster diving train hopping hobo’s and I can now honestly say that bread and cookies from a dumpster tastes the same as bread and cookies from your house. Homeless people often don’t have a choice and are found to be mentally ill or drug addicted. Hobo’s are able bodied but choose the lifestyle they live. Some may eventually become homeless, but hey if its a risk you’re willing to take, by all means live a little! The hobo life is actually a sort of subculture in America, there are even a couple of websites dedicated to it. Now I’m not hopping trains but I identify more with this than the other… tangent… anyway I was saying thanks to you all for following along. The past few months have been the most interesting fun, scary and creative months of my life. Am I where I want to be? NO. I can only hope I’m heading in the right direction because right now it’s the only direction I’ve got. In just the past few months I’ve had paid club gigs, guest sets, and opened for Stanhope. I have performed in the street and in peoples homes for money, food and shelter AND my asshole is still a virgin so I must be doing something right. I hope that 2008 brings about great new challenges and opportunities to continually grow and evolve my art and help a few people along the way. If it goes well maybe I’ll help more than a few.
It’s important to, every once in a while, look back and look at where you’ve been and how it shapes where you are. For example, when I first started this trip I was afraid to use a public restroom and even if I had to bath I would rather do it in a raging river.
Did you see the size of those rapids?
4 months later and it’s apparent I’ve grown. I’m a little more accustomed to what it takes to survive out in the world in between real showers. AND I’ve overcome my fear of public restrooms enough to lather up in them.
I know it’s kinda gay to take a picture of yourself with your shirt off, and the fact that I’m doing it in a public restroom doesn’t help. Just know my pants stayed on in there, I didn’t have time to, you know… reflect… and somehow that was supposed to tie things together but instead just creates an awkward ending.
Well, I’m in a hurry now because the Trading Post is closing and now they have to put up a sigh that says “Our bathroom is not a a “bath”room”
Happy 2008!!!
January 12th, 2008 at 3:22 pm
Since I was behind in reading your posting, I had to first scroll al lthe way down to make I read them in order.
You know what I discovered? If you scroll the picture of your abdomen from the bottom, up it looks like a picture of your butt… weird…..