Quick backstory: I was born and raised in Florida. I spent the first seven or so years in or around Kenansville, the next maybe fifteen years in St. Cloud and the next thirteen years in Orlando. I started doing stand-up in Orlando in 2011.
Comedian, actor, writer Kumail Nanjiani (The Big Sick) posted something on Twitter that I saw in the midst of the usual stuff I see on Twitter — Trump’s having a meltdown, Trump’s having another meltdown, Trump’s having another meltdown — and it was a nice break from, well, the usual.
Welp, now that I have a website, I should probably do something with it.
I’m going to do my best to make at least one post here a week, not only in the hopes that it will keep you checking in, but to force myself to write something other than comedy, tweets and sociopolitical essays. To write normal person diary entry type stuff to keep you updated and me, I dunno, motivated?
How to run a successful (?) Republican political campaign.
1. Point out a threat that’s easy for people to agree upon. Invent one if you have to.
2. Though, truth be told, you have no idea how, talk big and loud about how you’re going to take care of that threat.
I awoke to Paris on fire, at gunpoint, held hostage,
from a mid-afternoon sleepwalking slumber of menial tasks
as a wage war zombie soldier on the other side of the world. Continue reading
tired drives through thunderstorms on slick
and narrow roads.
van spinning out on wet leaves, rolling backwards
down a mountain driveway at 4 AM,
heavy with gear, guilt, dreams, fear,
and lack of sleep. Continue reading
Before I started trying my hand at screenplays and jokes, not too long after I started playing the drums, I wrote poems and lyrics. I hung around a lot of artsy kids in high school — writers, painters, musicians — and was particularly inspired by my friend Jonathan Baity, who, to this day, I’m convinced is one of the best poets I’ve ever read. Continue reading
Today is Stephen King’s birthday. He’s turning 67. He’s been scaring the living shit out of me for the better part of my life. And I couldn’t be more grateful. Continue reading