When you arrive in Los Angeles, they welcome you with a traffic ticket, a fender bender and the middle finger.
I curse this hill a lot, yet I’m greatful for the free parking and weight loss.
Best part about Los Angeles, the weather. What people call a bad day in LA would make a great day in Houston weather wise.
Worst part about Los Angeles, the people. They suck.
Someone or something is killing the teddy bears of Los Angeles.
Fountain & Gower
There’s a teddy bear hanging from a power line. Oh and here’s another and another.
Waring in between Alfred & La Cienega
I’ve been taking photos and making notes. It’s a hobby or sorts. What could it be? Artists? A childhood died here? Teddy Bear Suicides? A Ted 2 marketing ploy? Drug related?
Fairfax and Oakley
What do they mean? A murder? Lynching of imaginary friends? Gang related? The LA Death Museum had no answers. Neither did most folks. I tell people and they look at me like I’m crazy. I might even solve a mystery. I doubt it.
Then I noticed.
Are they next?
Before I left town, I invited my mother to see me tell a story at the Moth Storytime at Warehouse Live in Houston. Then she signed up for a chance to tell a story.
“Son, wouldn’t it be funny if they put me up?
Yeah.. Ma, that’d be hilarious.”
And that’s exactly what happened.
“So we have court in March!”
And she killed.
Come and Take It Comedy Hang Over :
The feeling of being too tired of having a great time on and off stage for an entire weekend.
Example: After hosting for the entire weekend at Warehouse Live Ashton Womack suffered a Come and Take It Comedy Hangover!
The Come And Take It Comedy Take Over was everything I expected and much more. They even wrote some nice things about my fellow Houston Comics and myself in the paper and the festival right over here.
Level Up-Dates !
Quite a Good New Year.
Friday I’m performing at the Traffic Lounge downtown. The papers even wrote about it here!
Sunday was big, Sunday I meet Stan Lee!
To say the 12 year old me was as excited was the understatement of the decade! In my hands was a tattered and faded copy of an old Captain America comic I got at the Pearland flea market for a dollar. I slowly flip through the yellowed pages study the names on the page “Art by Jack Kirby” “Written by Stan Lee”. My mom calls me, I put the book in the plastic bag and board and we head out.
Five minutes later, my mom’s 1979 brown Volvo starts to spit smoke into the vehicle and breaks down in the middle of the road.
We avoid getting run over and push the car to the Food-A-Rama and wait by the pay phone.
I just finished up an interview with funny woman Iliza Shlesinger!
Read amongst yourselves!
Did a one-eyed sailor hit you wit’ ‘is fisk?
Better Call Zaul at the law offices of Arkham, Arkham & Ahriman!
He’s Strong To The Finch and He’ll Get You Spinich!
Zaul Ahriman and the law offices of Arkham, Arkham & Ahriman are fictional. Any resemblance to any persons or entities living or dead is mere coincidental. I’m not making fun of lawyers just making fictions that play in my head for all to see.
While playing airplane games with my seat mates the conversation steers towards “So you’re a comic! Tell Me A Joke! Tell Me A Joke! ”. Part of me paused for a moment and reeled in disgust. “I’m sorry I know you get that a lot and hate it.”
Why the hell not I think to myself.