Traded in my Deadguy for a Harley, even though I'll probably end up a "dead guy" ON it, ironically enough. Sweet Southern Heat BBQ chips. Bikes & open mics. I sleep above my covers. (Four FEET above my covers...) Enough with the Gabby Petito lurid-ness, and murder porn on Netflix. Cheesecake Factory? More like PLEASE TAKE factory. (I tried) 

Anal Cunt. Celebrities, stop "battling diseases in silence," and then abruptly dying. Hootie's ex gf. Vax attax. The Card Counter movie. Trailer. Last Of The Mohicans. Fight me, guy who wouldn't let me in on Lincoln blvd. Incoming strike, and 'set life.' Soreness, and shwarma. Roger's birthday party. The newest "Cocaine Cowboys" installment on Netflix. Quandry about my dumb screenplay. 

Camoflauge shorts. Do you think Metallica "sold out" with the black album? JC Penny's gives me a panic attack, and no more Chipotle on the weekends. (I guess) The beach, and the George Lucas book. IHop blueberry pancakes. CT Scan adventure. Favors. Hanging out with other comics. 

A Nightmare On Albury St. If I was an MTV VJ, I'd be "Car-sick Daily" (booo) Horse de-wormer. Lawrence Elder. Gene Simmons and David Lee Roth. Adventures In 'Mask.' A guy shamelessly took a whiz on the side of the 405. Spider Man 3 trailer. Not-So-Easy Rider. 

Carolla, quick. Adam's apple orchard. Window tint in Los Angeles. More motorcycle repair adventures. If I like pina coladas. More like digital PUKEbox. The Nirvana baby. I was "left" behind by(e) her. 

"A little bit about ME, you guys, a little bit about me..." What if The Comedy Store closes? That time with Pameler Anderson. Papers, please. Wait in line until called upon. Production trucks. THX 1138.

"When you get old, your heart dies." Fell In Hate: "Rosanna," from Toto, famously bad 80s videos, and the Steve Perry knock off. The day I tried to murder my guts. Death Row Records (of last meals) A night out on the town, with my commie. "Terminating" (get it?) my fanship for Arnold. 

Pamela Anderson, July 1992 Playboy cover. Don't be the guy/gal that "repeats facts about something." Don't. I profit from your incompetence. Hypnogagic/auditory hallucinations. (Yay!) Another wonderful Plenty Of Fish date! I LOVE Los Angeles women!

Cave In AND Deadguy...in LA. Jesus Christ. Stop it. "It's over." Last leg of the Buffalo trip and the 50% shitty but otherwise amazing flights back, and the best Urgent Care in the country?  (THEY HAD A FUCKING SLUSHIE MACHINE) Drowning in an ocean of other people's incompetence. 99 problems, but a (you know the rest)

State of the vacation address, embedded in Buffalo. Travel things. Another screenplay I hopefully don't bail on. Over The Top.