Hiatus…

hiatus |hīˈātəs|
noun ( pl. -tuses ) [usu. in sing. ]
a pause or gap in a sequence, series, or process : “there was a brief hiatus in the war with France.” -OR- The Homeless Comic takes a hiatus from the road and moves into “the shelter” also known as his moms one bedroom apartment where he sleeps on the couch until the rest of the country warms up and it is once again safe to live in his car.

-OR- maybe I’m just broke and therefore I disguise myself and blow the panhandle money at Indian casino’s…? besides it is pretty much freezing everywhere else in the country. So I’m back in Tucson for a bit. I’m not giving up or anything just taking a break from the rigors of the road, taking what I’ve learned over the past 5 months, preparing for the next leg of my great adventure and mooching off of my mom.

I will still be posting BUT as you can tell they are getting more and more infrequent so you can pretty much expect that trend to continue… I’m sorry I will do my best to post at least once a week, but no promises. Building a career in any field can be difficult but a performance career has got to be the one of the most difficult. Everything is subjective and the competition is pretty ferocious. Maybe I’m not going about it in the “right” way but what is that anyway? Who knows…

Comedy is a shitty business no matter how you look at it. Even though nothing in the past 5 months has catapulted my career to new heights and Doug Stanhope doesn’t think I’m incredibly funny at least he said he appreciates what I’m doing. I’ve grown as a comic and a person and that is just as important as anything else I have hoped to accomplish with this. When I met Stanhope I was just starting this thing, my four days on the road with him led to changes in how I approached future gigs, and that was just one experience… I have had so many invaluable experiences there is no way I could give up now! Just look how much I’ve grown.

As with any experiment you have to examine your work at some point evaluate what works and what doesn’t, change the formula a bit and go back at hoping this time you get it right -OR- it blows up in your face, you die or come close to dying and realize you were never really a scientist to begin with. Either way I’m having too much fun being a hobo and I don’t care if it kills me. If I die I just hope it involves cow’s and berimbau’s because that’s what happened in the beginning and that will justify my belief that life is full circle.

Even the discouraging things haven’t been discouraging enough. I figure I’ve got at least another 5-6 months in me and besides I want to cruise the western part of the country in the summer, camp out and hey, maybe even do some comedy… There is a quote that says “It takes about 15 years to become and overnight success.” and another that says “Sometimes persistence makes up for talent.” Maybe (because I have all the time in the world and at this point in my career people find me only mildly amusing) somewhere between these two clichés I can find my niché.

I hope I don’t lose any of you, my core audience. If nobody reads this anymore it would be like performing in front of port-a-potty’s or other inanimate objects.

It may be less but there will be more, stay tuned I will stay homeless…

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