Wanna Come Back To My Place... in Hello

And snuggle my Grover?

Chris Titus’ gig was hilarious. His opening act was Rachel Bradford, his wife. I’ve seen her before with him. She’s darkly hilarious.

Case in point: Get someone who cuts themselves naked and they look like a harshly graded test paper. If that’s not fuckin’ funny I don’t know what is!

I might have to do to the dentist. 😬

There’s been something on my mind.
Last Tuesday I was watching No Reservations and the episode was Tony in England. Just about every shot of him trying food or sitting with people he was having a pint.

Pull my trigger, I am bigger than…

Then Thursday at the comedy club I was staring intently at the cocktail menu.

Pull my trigger, I am bigger than…

Then Friday I was at Walmart and ofc the thought of beer was there

Pull my trigger, I am bigger than…

The Yeah But’s kicked in.

It’s just beer, no hard liquor.
Yeah but, you’ll feel like shit tomorrow.

It’ll just be one night, bro.
Yeah but, I know me. It’ll turn back into a four to six night habit.

C’mon! Just one night!!!
Yeah but, one is too much and eight is never enough.

Pull my trigger…just watching someone drink or looking at a menu is a trigger for me.

I am bigger than…I have to thank my friends. I’ve got great support even if it’s just from a select few.

It’s hard to describe.
Even after all the negative consequences that little voice, that urge, that nagging sensation is still there!
How?
Why?
I’ve paid thousands in legal bills, did the rehab AND went to jail and still It follows me.

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