I broke up my friendship with a comedian and resigned from the creative collective we once shared. Friendship: it sucks.   It isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. This may be the hardest one yet, the closest to the bone, bubbling over for months, but, it’s best for everyone, myself especially. …

Of course I was looking at the comments of a link to my blog. Of course it was a mistake. I was in emotional distress, still processing a difficult, life-altering decision, distraught and vulnerable. But I needed artistic validation, that my words were well received. And, as you could expect, I found—and focused on—what I …

  I quit comedy on July 7th 2014. It was glorious. Upwards to twenty people underlit by candles in a Mission-Protero eatery: the Rite Spot Cafe. Despite years of yearning, I had never played there, so, I reached out to my friend, hilarious rapscallion Trevor Hill, and he put me up to, ostensibly, put me out. …