Fat man. Slave to a corporate job, to a computer and a headset, wondering what would possess people to scream and yell at complete strangers like they're old high school enemies. Some grudges never get let go, maybe. There's incredibly bad luck that factors in. You find something fun, something you excel at, and then something really shitty and fucked up happens that makes it to where you can never do that fun thing again. You end up in the masses as a guy or a chick who's lost what it was they were looking for.
People say I'm a funny guy. Funny, all the time. I'm never serious about anything. If I wasn't funny all the time, I'd just be angry. No one likes the Angry Drunk, they like the Funny Drunk -- The guy who'd get completly hammered and hit on the 400 lb girl with the lazy eye and the limp. He doesn't care about the overbite so long as she doesn't scrape. The guy who would pass out first on the couch and wake up the next day covered in his buddies' sharpie writings and piss and vomit shaving cream, with gay porn tucked under his arm like a teddy bear.
That's what I aspire to be.
Support these guys.
They're a local comedy-horror movie production. They got Lloyd Kaufman of Troma Productions to cut a promo for them and that will forever impress Me.
