4/20/2005
Morbid
The only accurate description of my stand up routine tonight. Holy hell. I think I broke part of myself tonight.
There were things that used to jar me awake at 3am. Things I've done. Things I didn't. Shameful occurances. Tonight's performance will be remembered through one of those sharp and jagged barbs of midnight alertness.
But, ya know, I did it. I fucking did it. I got up on a stage and I did the best my shakey legs and jittery fingers could do. Bad as it will be remembered, tonight marks the first of many baby steps.
Thanks to all who came and apologies to those who stayed.
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Dude. Neal. You're being way too hard on yourself. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as you think. You were just nervous as hell, which is understandable considering you've never done it before. Stick with the shit... it'll get better. Besides, now that I'm leaving Hollywood, it'll give us a reason to hang out other than to play Halo ;-)
what the worst that could have heppened? I mean, it's not like it was something horrific like only having one person show or something that bad.
There was more than one person, right?
Oh, man, I am so sorry....
Dude, Rush Limbaugh was there and he said, "Best five minutes ever.... man, I need chicken or crack... kill a fag!" seriously, that's what I heard... it's all about tugging...
"Izturis singled softly to center..."
I thought about you as I was tuned in to CBS Sportsline, "watching" the Dodger game.
Son, tonight you "singled softly to center", as you bared your soul and took a chance. Years of preparation and cubicle bush-leaguin' culminated into this moment. It's not bad, it's not memorable, for anyone but you... but you fucking got a hit... Someone threw the ball into the dugout because you got your first hit. We are proud of you, Neal. I'm holding up a sign - "Fischer Road's Finest"... BTW, invite me next time, bastard.
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