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.
— Al
Sometimes you have to accept there are forces beyond your control, like arson.
“Take these away from me!”, Reed hands me a pack of Menthols as he swears to me, “I got to quit smoking these!”.
The next night I run into another friend, “Hey Landis, you still smoke?”.
“Sure.”
I hand Landis the pack.
Shortly after a flustered Reed appears, “Does anyone have a cigarette?”.
Landis hands Reed a cigarette from the pack that was originally his.
2 Years Running Strong!!
Attack of the Comedy Show Returns To Last Concert Cafe With a Bang!
My good friend Slim Bloodworth
graces the stage!
Come see the Texan who captured the heart of the Armed Forces and Canada!
Also Featuring The Funkiest Mismatched Cast of Characters!
Lena Silva! Jami Shofner Carl Hunter Michael Dimitrius Paras, Micah Green Slim Bloodworth
I’m hosting!
We Even Got A Write Up In The Free Press Houston!
http://www.freepresshouston.com/damn-these-vampires-the-best-of-the-week/
January, 2008 New York City, the Village Lantern’s open mic.
Weighed down with backpack and jet lag, I stagger into the Village Lantern open mic and sign up, sit down and wait my turn.
From upstairs you can hear a cover band version of ‘Hey Jealousy’ bleeding into the comedy basement.
The next comic walks up to the mic and begins to tell jokes. And he is just bombing.
Set up, punch and audience indifference. Set up, punch and still nothing. This guy is just eating it.
As the comic gets off stage, another comic is brought up on stage. As the new comic arrives and adjust the mic, the cover band upstairs finish their Gin Blossoms cover and begins to cover Journey’s ‘Don’t Stop Believing’.
One minute into the song the next comic’s act starts picking up momentum. Jokes are hitting their mark. People start laughing.
The song progresses and the song reaches the chorus of ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ the comic on stage is getting funnier. Laughter and hope begins to fill the basement of jaded pros and hopefuls.
Then the song ends.
You could hear the simultaneous applause from both floors as the comic exits stage left.
“The painter has only to create one masterpiece, himself, constantly”
–Yves Klein
So much to do so little time. I find myself at times paralyzed with indecision. Then the fear of missing out creeps into the back of my mind. It sucks. You want to accomplish so much, yet it takes a lot to do what appears to be so little. By doing one thing you got to pretty much drop everything.
I keep on thinking about artist Yves Klein. Yves was a big figure in the Post World War II art scene in Europe. Klein had naked female models covered in blue paint laying on canvases to make the images. He was constantly on the go. Not only did he create art, he was an accomplished judo master who spoke many different languages, and he even painted with fire.
Rumor has it, he never slept. Then one day he had a heart attack and died.
Note to self, get some sleep. Work will get done. Be patient.
“I’m going to punch him!” the drunk fat stripper slurs at me.
“You want no part of this! Now go on and get going!” scolds the grizzled old door guy.
She listens, steps away and stumbles to her truck. Only to turn around, raise her fist at me and slur, “I’m going to punch you!”. Then she almost trips over the chihuahua tied to the chain link fence on the way to her pick up truck.
I take a step toward the strip club’s red door. The door guy takes a step between me and the door, “You don’t want to go in there!”
“I know. I don’t want to go in there. And I know I don’t want to call the cops. I just want my phone. “
“So what happened again?”,he asks me for the third time.
“I was eating wings and your friend grabbed my phone when I wasn’t looking. In fact I was shown video of your friend in the khakis and light plaid shirt doing it.”
“How do you know the phone is here?”
Zack Dickson who’s been standing besides me the entire time pulls out his phone flashes the screen with the GPS signal.
“According to this my phone is here. I don’t want to call the cops or go inside I just want my phone.”
The door guy disappears behind the big red door. “So what now?” Zach asks.
“Now we play the waiting game.”
We then hear the door guy yell at the guy who stole my phone.
“Look he’s got the tracker! And he has video of you taking it! Give it!”
The door guy emerges from the door with my phone in his hands. “Is this it?”
I type in my password, “ Yup!”.
Zach shake his hand and palms the guy some money, ”For your troubles,”.
We then head back to St. Danes to tell jokes.
A week later, I tell another friend what happened. “Al, that wasn’t a strip club. That was a hooker.”