Long time no see
What's up?
It's been while. Lots has happened. The LA job ended, two weeks after I sublet my apartment in NYC for a year. So now I'm here. Culver City. It's cute, it's got a great school district and a park right down the street. KilBaby can ride his little trike there in about 5 minutes. There's washer/dryer hookups in the kitchen. My own washer and dryer.
Oh God.
This collection of apartments were built by Howard Hughes, for his workers. They are cute, and generous in size. Old, but classic. We move next week. Currently, KilBaby and I are in our second furnished sublet, and we really can't wait to sleep in our own bed and sit on our own couch, both of which we will buy on Craigslist. And when I say "we," I mean "I." KilBaby doesn't give a shit, he's three. As long as there's a stretch of open floorway for him to run a train on, he's happy.
The personal life is grim. October 25th, my life turned into a Carrie Underwood song. Discovered that KilBaby's dad had a cheatin' heart. Went ballistic when I found out, and I'm still ballistic now. It's like a third arm, my rage. I have to tuck it into oversized jackets just so I can get through the day. I talk about it onstage, I have to. The only thing that keeps me from committing murder is the hope that someday all this fury will make a great chunk. Kept alive by comedy, I hope he appreciates it.
I had some good news this week, but I can't go into details and I don't want to jinx it. Crap, I probably just did. Forget I said anything. Cut this in post, and let's just end on killing the ex.