I don't know if anyone reads these posts at all. If you read the last one, it sounded like I was about done with comedy, due to external factors. I probably should be. But the fact is, I can't be.
This isn't an optional thing. I can't not write. I can't not get on stage. I can't not want to make people laugh and get a reaction. Stifling that is like trying to go without food, or sex, or conversation. It won't kill you right away, but it will do some damage.
If that sounds silly or melodramatic to you, that's fine. Y'ou may just not get it, and that's okay. You are probably better off for that, in the grand scheme of things. But you'll never know what we know.
Good shows coming up, a new open mic room taking shape here in Toledo, and some other non-comedy stuff that may be huge, that I can't talk about right now. I still feel like my personal life is dangling from a precipice, but I've realized that if I give up on these things that make me who I am, I'm not saving myself or doing anyone else any favors. I gotta dance as fast as I can and trust that this shit's gonna work itself out, because if I stop, nothing else that happens will be a victory.
It may be the fuzzy zen blather of an all-nighter, but that's all I got for ya right now. See you on stage.
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