So February 16th and 17th, I will be making my debut in beautiful San Francisco. Well, I shouldn't say it’s beautiful because I've never been there. But from what I've been told it’s an amazing city with great food, great atmosphere, and the best comedy crowds. I’m excited to see if this is all true. As far as places I want to see - let’s say I’m a strange dude, I want to see the exterior shots used in the cult classic film, “The Room.” I also want to visit the location where cab driver Paul Stein was shot and killed by the alleged Zodiac Killer. And that’s it. I can live without seeing the Full House, house. San Francisco will also be a fascinating trip, because it will re-unite me with a couple of old high school classmates. There is one dude in particular I want to catch up with. The last time I saw him was on the most bizarre terms ever. I won’t say his name here because I am sure he is embarrassed by this story, and hell we were all young and stupid, but here it goes:
OK, its ten days after my second surgery. I was just moved from the Intensive Care unit to a regular hospital room. Despite being bandaged and in a daze I’m in good spirits knowing that my 2 surgeries were successful and I am on my way to a healthy recovery. I’m also expecting three of my friends to visit from Woodstock. They arrive in the afternoon, and one of them has decided to bring a little gift for himself. I kid you not he walks in with a hard core nudie mag called ‘Cheery.’ It’s the first thing I notice and it woke me up from my dazed stupor.
“Put that fucking thing away,” I said, using all my angry energy.
“What,” my friend said, incredulous to why I would be mad. “Its ‘Cherry’, they got the best beaver shots.
I've been waiting for months to get this mag.”
“Dude its disgusting, and the nurses come in and out, if I could get up…”
My other two friends stood there in utter disbelief. I guess when you see a guy reading a nudie mag in the middle of the day in a public place, you don’t make a fuss. That person is usually psychotic and best to stay away. And so my friend won. For the next two hours he sat in a hospital chair reading ‘Cherry’ like he was reading ‘The Wall Street Journal.’ Lucky for me I got tired and dosed off a few times, as my friend sat there more excited for his nudie mag then to see his sick friend.
“Guess you gotta stick with the ones you know,” he said as he happily read. After that, I only allowed my
family to visit. So I was so furious, I never contacted that guy again and refused to take his calls. He lives in San Jose and through the power of Facebook we briefly caught up. He bought the book and was relieved that story did not make the book. Well it didn't make the book but it sure made a fun blog. See you on the 17th!
And thank god the internet was invented.
Oh yeah, Feb 16th I am doing a set at the Punchline at 8 pm.
Feb 17th, I’m headlining the Milk Bar on Height St at 8 pm I will do an extended set as well as read a chapter from the book. CAN’T WAIT!
MG
OK, its ten days after my second surgery. I was just moved from the Intensive Care unit to a regular hospital room. Despite being bandaged and in a daze I’m in good spirits knowing that my 2 surgeries were successful and I am on my way to a healthy recovery. I’m also expecting three of my friends to visit from Woodstock. They arrive in the afternoon, and one of them has decided to bring a little gift for himself. I kid you not he walks in with a hard core nudie mag called ‘Cheery.’ It’s the first thing I notice and it woke me up from my dazed stupor.
“Put that fucking thing away,” I said, using all my angry energy.
“What,” my friend said, incredulous to why I would be mad. “Its ‘Cherry’, they got the best beaver shots.
I've been waiting for months to get this mag.”
“Dude its disgusting, and the nurses come in and out, if I could get up…”
My other two friends stood there in utter disbelief. I guess when you see a guy reading a nudie mag in the middle of the day in a public place, you don’t make a fuss. That person is usually psychotic and best to stay away. And so my friend won. For the next two hours he sat in a hospital chair reading ‘Cherry’ like he was reading ‘The Wall Street Journal.’ Lucky for me I got tired and dosed off a few times, as my friend sat there more excited for his nudie mag then to see his sick friend.
“Guess you gotta stick with the ones you know,” he said as he happily read. After that, I only allowed my
family to visit. So I was so furious, I never contacted that guy again and refused to take his calls. He lives in San Jose and through the power of Facebook we briefly caught up. He bought the book and was relieved that story did not make the book. Well it didn't make the book but it sure made a fun blog. See you on the 17th!
And thank god the internet was invented.
Oh yeah, Feb 16th I am doing a set at the Punchline at 8 pm.
Feb 17th, I’m headlining the Milk Bar on Height St at 8 pm I will do an extended set as well as read a chapter from the book. CAN’T WAIT!
MG