Dyed my hair, which brought the most extreme reactions from women. These people, whose hair has been dyed since they we 12 years old, look with shock and amazement that a guy might do this. I suspect the think the next thing is a cock in my bum. Women are such hypocrites. Vain like mother fuckers, but you do something to change up your look and they are all defensive. Rachel DesLayaround, always laughs to loudly at the way i look. I guess this is to cover up the fact that she ways my big cock, and her whole schtick is ripped off me.
Meanwhile, I've been black listed from playing the Wired Monk. What happened do you think. Some uptight cunts took to hating me as soon as I speak, and when I start to get laughs, leave in a self-involved huff. I point out that they are dykes as they leave (cause fish was on the menu) and they created a big stink, and now I can no longer play this coffee shop for NOTHING in Kits. Paula, who runs it, was laughing pretty hard about it too, as I pointed out that I put her show on the map. Just like Guy McFacefuck's "What's So Funny" when I called Corner Gas lame as a dog with no legs. And got the Comedy Couch going when I called Morgan BRAYING a cunt. (FYI - Comedy Couch is not named after L. slammersley!! She is, of course, the comedy mattress.)
Meanwhile the Funny Bone closed. I of course never darkened the door of that Albatross, except for the first meeting, when JP said to Me - "It's doomed. It's like a guy with a Lambourghini or a beautiful girl, you know he's not gonna be able to hang on to it." Then He said as he gazed around the Plaza of Nations, "You know what this place needs? AFUCKING BULLDOZER!!".
I also did some spoken word stuff. Did the story slam at Our Town Cafe for the second time this year. kept to my time, but again beat out by my buddy Ross. I did place well ahead of the haters, who spent their time looking daggers at me, before I kicked there fat asses without even trying. Fukin amateurs...
I decided to go to Trevor Spillchins Main Street Slam to compete against the A listers of spoken word. Was eliminated (Again by Ross) but managed to draw the attention of Magpie Ulysses, (A slam poet goddess) and bought Patricks Swan's new Chap Book. (I got the very first one.) My poems were good, but sort of naive. I am ready to crank out some more legitimate Slam Poetry soon.
Meanwhile, the dentist called and because leanne yanked the health isurnance the morning after i kciked her out, they dont wanna cover it. So they figure I'm gonna fork over the 4 grand to cover up there mistake. They said it would be covered. Some one will absorb it, but it won't bee me. The teeth look good though.
And I had a piano lesson, and a visit with my shrink. So loyal readers, things are as turbulant as usual, but always interesting.
