My evil genius of a girlfriend evicted me from the Internet this past weekend. It was strange to be so disconnected from everything, except the occasional checking of e-mail. I’ve finally got my bearings back. I already miss 1406.
One month until I go to Chicago. So far I have two shows, which I’ll formally announce by the end of the week. Last year this time, I was in Chicago. I just came back from my reading at Quimby’s, sat in a chair, drank a beer, and wondered what was going wrong with everything. It’s amazing what a difference a year makes.
My ex-wife and I are working together one last time in running the final slam. She was the host for four years and our best host. I can’t imagine any one else helping me put on this Viking funeral.
I’ve learned a lot from all my failures, what I lost, what I gained. I understand more than ever everything happens for a reason.
I made this last Thursday as a promo for Thunderclap 5 at Logan International Airport before my twelve hour ordeal began in getting home. I hope it finds you well.