SEPTEMBER 9, 2025 – LIFE’S ABOUT TO FLIP
Life’s about to flip. Moving Friday. Didn’t know if I’d have time Thursday to hit a mic so I doubled up tonight. Two mics. No excuses. Let’s fucking go.
FUNNY BONE – SHOW #1
Position: 15th on the list (up from 17th last time, I’m taking that win).
First show without cannabis. Normally I smoke half a gram to a gram before I hit the stage. Tonight I went stone cold straight. Different kind of nerves, but manageable. Raw and uncut.
Stage awareness level up: I finally saw the light. Not a metaphor, the actual timer’s light. Stayed conscious the whole set. Huge for me.
The set was the Joe bit and the Waymo closer. Practiced it at 4 minutes all day. Got on stage and it came out in 3. Where the fuck did I lose a minute? Part of me is pissed because I want longer bits, but maybe tight is right.
The Funny Bone stage feels small even though it’s not. I keep backing into the wall. Movement has been my safety my entire life. Sitting still is painful. Movement saves me from getting hit and keeps my body going.
Physical regulation is key. At the gym I can fully commit to stimulation to regulate my nervous system. In comedy clubs I have to be more subtle. Fist bumps on chest, hitting myself lightly, it gets the tension out.
This community accepts odd behavior, which is fucking cool. Wildly accepting, so I can regulate in front of people without anyone pointing it out. Society was not built for men like me, but this comedy world gets it.
The Joe bit is getting tight. What I thought was 4 or 5 minutes is actually a 2 minute puncher. That pisses me off because I wanted it longer, but pissed or not, it might be better this way.
PURPLE QUARTERS – SHOW #2
Went conversational first. Talked about my week, no home, moving Friday, found edibles since no smoking in the new place. People leaned in. Like “oh fuck, this guy’s going through some shit” leaned in.
Life riff, then the Joe bit (2 minutes exactly), closed with the Fuck Symphony.
Good eye contact. Stayed present. Felt the room.
The Fuck Symphony decision: Doug called me out on saying “fuck” too much. I’ve committed hard to this bit. Shocked myself at how far I’ve gone with it. Now I’m debating… keep it or kill it? Input welcome because I honestly don’t know.
THE APARTMENT MOVE
Friday I get my apartment. New chapter: clean, upscale, exciting. Also ends the family man chapter. I did a shitty job at it, but I’ll miss it. Duality of life hitting hard right now. Comedy makes me smile. Family makes me cry. Both matter. Both are real.
BUSY ASS WEEKEND AHEAD
Might hit Golden Hoosier Sunday if I’m feeling good after the move. First Sunday I will not be home. Logistics are a bitch when you cannot share resources anymore.
TWO MICS TONIGHT. TWO MICS A WEEK. MOMENTUM DOESN’T STOP, EVEN WHEN LIFE GETS FUCKING MESSY.
Things are good. Raw and uncut, just like this journey. Stay fucking tuned.
