Why am I still alive?

Should I keep writing here? Everyday it feels like nobody cares about me but me, and the bill collectors. At least they call.

So, the last two weeks haven't been a complete WTF head scratcher. I did get signed up for the Funniest Person in Cincinnati contest, was invited to be on a paid show at a place in Frankfort, KY, and was invited to be a guest on a podcast.

Two of those these things have had to be rescheduled already, and I have to find a way to get to Hamilton Ohio from Lexington to be in the contest at Go Bananas, but I will find a way, and I am grateful for any opportunity to perform. I need a little comedy car. Lack of reliable transportation has been keeping me down too long

Other than those nuggets of light at the end of the tunnel, we had Brent Terhune at the club this past week. He filled in for Adam Ray whom I was really looking forward to seeing, but had to reschedule ironically. He and Jeremiah Watkins did a bit on his show, Jeremiah Wonders, that I watched a hundred times. It got me through christmas and new years which were brutal. I wanted to tell him that they're mere minutes worth of silliness got me through a time when I had given up.

But Adam had show business stuff to do and couldn't make it, that's show biz.

I'm re learning that life is alot like show biz. You can't stick to close to a dream or an idea because things change. You need to stay open to it otherwise every little change of the direction of the wind is gonna break your heart, and there are professional heart breakers out there huffin' and puffin' and tryin' to blow your house in.

That's enough Doogie Hoosier M.D. journaling for now... Keep Yourself Alive…. and please consider me for your show