Man, it is fucking beautiful in Chicago today. 75 degrees and clear. I'm on my porch, trying not to check my email every minute. I'm waiting to hear about a job, at a place called Pronto 'Za. Sounds a lot like protozoa. If I were a smarter individual, I'd compare my nascent Chicago time to being a one-celled creature in an elegant way. But I'm not.
Hold on, I'm going to check my email now. Nothin' yet.
I hope I get this job. If I don't, I'm probably rocking the Black Swamp Festival this weekend. It sounds like a bunch o' fun. I want to see Keaton. I want to see Brian and Caleb. I want to see Frank and Jesse. I want to go to the electronic show, and I want to go to Kari's housewarming. Here's the thing, I was just in BG last weekend. I've moved to Chicago sixteen days ago. I feel guilty for coming back so often, like I'm cheating myself. This is hard to 'splain, Lucy. I have good reasons to come back, and I should probably just shut up. Part of me feels like I should just stay regardless of employment status, in order to get used to my new city faster. I plan on being home a lot anyway, my old lady lives there. I guess I should just not worry about it. Word.
Last night I checked out an comedy open mic night. Wanted to see what exactly it'll be like to give it a shot. Painful, as expected. A couple of them were really not bad, to me it seems they just need some time. But. A lot of them were really not good. There was one performer in ill-fitting pants that told two "jokes" and apologized, fleeing the stage trailing flopsweat. One dude was visibly reading from a piece of paper, and still got lost. My heart bled for him. Then I stood up and yelled, "Sic semper tyrannis!" and stabbed the poor clod. The crowd bathed me in their applause. I sat down, the next guy went on, and I realized I probably can't just stab all of these folks. So I just sat and did my time, building up karma for when it's my turn. Which will be soon, the second I have two and a half decent minutes of material. These fledgling comedians gave me hope, and a bit of confidence. Not that I'm going to be worlds better, but my material doesn't have to blow minds, at least not at first.
Still no email.
The dude that rang me up at the CVS last night was from Toledo. Crazy. I told Merkel about it and he related a story from when he was in San Francisco and some clerk told him he used to pull tractors there, back in the day. My tiny brain can't handle this tiny world!
Okay, bye. Send me your joke ideas. I'll rip them off and give you no credit. Also, come visit. The bus of Mega is cheap.
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