Killed dead
After yesterday's show, provenz' and I sat and made a bunch of cuts and
moved some of the letters around. Getting the show tight, tight, tight.

Today. Killed. Fucking killed.

We had a great house. Perhaps 30 or so people. Man, it was great.

One of Provenz' notes for me was to allow the actual me to come out
occasionally connect with the audience so it's more like I'm having
friends over and telling them about this thing I've done.

My dad is here. It's great because he's paying for all of my meals and
that's a delight. ESPECIALLY, because the dollar is worth 50 fucking
cents. He liked the show and is so sweet and everyone loves him.

I had neglected to get a new script printed for the poor lighting guy,
so he had to try and figure out just when the lighting cues were. He did
a fantastic job. I think the crew likes us and that helps a lot.

But man, we had a killer show today. There may be a couple other cuts we
can make, but I think we're now there and can concentrate on having fun
and killing from now on.

"how'd your show go?"

"were you there?"

"no"

"killed"





  ¶ 9:50 AM