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Arrived the day before my tour started so I stayed with long-time super pal , Shelley. Her son Lucas, who is only twelve, is huge. Size 13 shoes. We greeted each other by me pretended to hug him and then driving his head in the side of the van. I landed a feww good gut shots before his youthful 2nd wind (and superior foot wear, left me uncermoniously on my ass in a snow drift. So we played road hockey as the conditions were perfect, and i fill the net behind him. The real objective was to hit him in the groin and the face, but he had those baggy pants so I had to spear him, and crosscheck him in the head. He giggled the whole time. Then it was time to eat huge amounts of chinese food and fall asleep in front of the tube. It was GREAT.
I am really looking forward to seeing all my old friends here in rose country. I'll be headed back to Camrose for the first time since my father's death, and I must admit, I feel a little anxious about it. But the real point is to go and love my momther for a few days. I have emailed what meals I will be expecting and she is anxious to get cooking. Since eating and sleeping are things I haven't done too much of lately, this looks like a great opportunity to put on a few.
Meanwhile the shows in cowtown are going really well, with david Tsonas killing every single show. Killing! Dave Tsonas - ... Killing. and Sammy E has really matured as a performer. All in All - a solid team from the west coast. FLAMES SUCK!!
Note : my tour has changed so I will be returning to Vancouver for a week in the middle to do the Just for Laughs showcase.
Man, am I hungover! Last night was the ah, well - last night at the well. Great party that they almost fucked up by putting on a comedy show. Shoulda just ran reruns of Beachcombers on the Prairies cause nobody heard a word of the show except Darryl. Phil ( the owner) gave me an open tab - yikes - and i didn't miss the opportunity. Now I fly out to cowtown for a tour, and am hungover like a mofo. Meanwhile, somehow ther are plants and furniture in my apartment that look a lot like the plants and furniture from the well. I will plead the fifth on those. The stools will come in handy at Dick's Pad.
Then I did some drinking and dialing. Phone up McBilly, who is one of The Old Toilet Seat's "friends". He let me know what her line of logic was, ie. that i'm insane, and impotent. Both were true when it came to her. Her constant lying, and eating rendered the situation. I don't know anyone who could be lied to for that long, and not start to feel unbalanced. I met with my new shrink yeaterday and he's great. It is tough to deal with the death of your father, especially when your "wife" decides to help you though it by chasing other guys. McBilly was surprised to know I have her journals, and pretty much a confession, to fucking 4 different guys in a week, and having a three-some during my first road-trip away. Just another Salmon Arm slut. Meanwhile, a twenty seven year old with secretary ass and the tits of a 60 year old squaw, she could render any cock useless.
Richard Van Camp, the unwitting cause of the split-up, phoned me to find out what the hell was going on. He understood the difficulty of dealing with my father's passing, and was surprised to find out after three months of hanging out with the Old Toilet Seat, that she was living with a guy, and not just any guy, but a well known comedian that he had seen. He seemed liked a very nice guy that had no idea he was being played.
So the road awaits, and I should be able to unload a bunch of CD's, and see my family. And I need some coffee...
I decided I was going to be an executioner for halloween, and thought it would be cool to carry my own severed head. That was last Monday. So I called JP Mass, for two reasons, 1. because he works in the film industry doing this sort of thing and 2. he would not batt an eye at request for a severed head.
He told me what I'd need, and how to do it, and off he went. Since then, I decided not to have a dead head, but a neutral one. The therapeutic value has been huge. JP pointed out that the artists most likely to go insane were the ones who did self-portraits. It is very "denial smashing" to have to look at yr face that close. Turns out I'm a tad goofy looking. Oh well, my daughter thinks I'm good looking.
Darby's should be blast tonight. All the comics are wearing costumes - staff too. I have 6 different costumes so I can change between acts. I'm going as a Shape Shifter. And no doubt there will be the after party at Dick's Pad.
Talked to my mom for the first time in awhile. Can't wait to see her. I have been going through a rough patch. My father died, and my wife thought she would help me through this by persuing other men. Now she's persuing other lodging.
And rumour has it I might have a date tonight!
Who's the lucky guy? is what Kfoxx would say. Anyway, Tonight at Darby's is gonna be fun!! Showtime 9 pm - No cover, wear a costume!!
