Borderline Bar shooting. USPS is fucking useless. The chubby schlubby Jewish guy at the gym. The past week on the Los Angeles open mic comedy circuit. Daylight Savings Time stinks. California wildfires. The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs.

Part 1: Spook Allen. I got suspended on Twitter. The 1 percent-er spotter at Gold's. A bloody mess with Bokes. Cristine from Hinge. Part 2: Jordan Bowers! Indiana Jones 4. Marc Maron. Stand up gab. Colombian Sex Island. Fuck the press. Sharon Stone. Jerry Seinfeld. Dying alone. Blogger Bowers.

The Haunted, on Netflix. Cheeba Chews wisely. Begging for a spotter at the gym. Stand up jerk off. I hate baseball. This freeway is only big enough for ONE yellow Mustang. Bokes' Halloween extravaganza. Tuesdays With Stories live broadcast at the Melrose Improv.

Recorded on location at the fabulous Fourth Wall Comedy Club in Sunny Burbank (or North Hollywood) California, I'm joined by the lovable and fearless Ellie Haber, and the insatiable sex machine himself, Eric Rocha. We talk about the ups & downs of the Los Angeles/San Fernando Valley open mic circuit, embarrassing stories from school, and Eric opening for Joey Diaz. Later, I bask in the glow of Eric & Ellie telling me I'm funny, and celebrating some of my better bits.

I crashed my Harley already. Flint Town on Netflix. Weirdfellas weekend shoot. Bad times at Bad Times At The El Royale. Adverntures with Arj, The Animal. Fuck the sleep doctor, and fuck my chiropractor's wrist. Fuck the LAFD for showing up to everything not fire-related. Fuck old bands that try to say their new album 30 years later is their "best work yet;" not it's not, you're lying to yourselves and us. Fuck the super loud shitty anima porn ads we have to listen to before watching porn now.

Every Time I Mail. The Santa Claus Robbery of 1927. Hashbrowns. My parking garage is a nightmare. Saturday night midnight screening of The Room. Fuck: The Deuce, Maniac, anyone that plays their own "twin" in any sort of motion picture, and skinny Jonah Hill. The Netflix building, and the Dragged Across Concrete Premiere. Tuesday night tomfoolery with the Roach and the Virzii.

In this action packed episode, I recount the fateful trip back to Buffalo and Alexandria Bay NY for my brother's wedding. The trials, the tribulations, the romance. The Xanax. This episode has it all.

Guilty conscience at El Pollo Loco. Brad Pitt takes a shit. Requiem for a muffin. Louie CK disgruntled fans (all two of them) Eviction/apartment wrap up. Living Spaces stinks.

Part 1: Torpedo Tits and Iron Balls. Saturday night at the Springok Van Nuys Comedy Club. The time I got hit by a car, and failed Allen family ventures. Part 2: Panavision. Farting in your sleep, and violating a black chick. The Light Jew returns. Coffee is for closers. The best Coca Cola Ive ever had? Fat people at the beach. Fast Times At The Lake Placid Film Festival. (Very brief) Right Wing Round Up. Lots of movie references.

The time my stereo speakers brought down a drug cartel. (Eat my ass, Punisher...) Bombing gracefully. Even Jim Norton gets the blues. The Tom Cruise/Donald Trump parallel. Mission Impossible 6. Fuck "TI," and fuck leaf blowers. G Funk: An Era In Review, and the folly of Warren G.