Run Rabbit Run

Just a reminder for everyone. If you have no plans tonight. Come see me at Jack Rabbit Slims on 10th st. between 1st and ave A. Its a really cool place and I can be more experimental there. Even better, the show is free.

I'll write about it later tonight. Something wild bound to happen.

Mg

Good to be Alive

Fall is the best time of year. Something nice about a little chill in the air. So I'm supposed to be feeling good. Unfortunately recent bad news has made me feel real shitty. So I have this therapist phone number on my kitchen table. Another comic gave it to me. He swears by it. Says the guy will straighen me out. Make me face my fears and take charge of my life.

And so it sits on my kitchen table. Then the comic who I talked about in my previous blog who was institutionalized sees the therapist too. And he swears by him. I just don't know if I want to go. I've been to a really good therapist before and I stopped because I was broke. Its hard to start over. If I ever make more money I'll go back and see him. Besides, I just don't feel that desperate right now.

So, yesterday the insitutionalized comic leaves a message on my phone.

"Hey Matty, you have my therapist's phone number. I seem to have lost it. This is an emergency, please call me as soon as you get this."

So I call him as soon as I get the message and before I can say anything, the comic says, "Hey Matty, I totally don't remember why I called you."

Wow, maybe the therapist isn't helping. I think for now I am my own best friend and I will survive through all the bullshit.

I someimes forgot what I survived. That there was a very good chance I wouldn't survive my brain tumor. I need to never forget the few weeks of not knowing if I would make it to another birthday. Anything beats that.

I'll write more tomorrow.

I feel sane

So last night I'm at a diner with some new comic friends. One is a 10 year vet and an underground legend. The other two are a comic couple. And right from the bat the conversation gets weird. Pretty much about being institutionalized. Thats right, stories that could come right out of "one Flew Over the Coocoo's Nest."

Stories of panic attacks. Running around NY city naked. And being locked in a looney bin with two other patients pacing and screaming about CNN. After listening to this for an hour i felt really good about myself. Sometimes I can't fall asleep and I told you about my crazy dreams, but never once did I have an anxiety attack or worry abot being institutionalized. Actualy I feel normal and quite productive.

We started filming documentary tonight and it was loads of fun. its strange to be the SUBJECT cause its like you're a bug in a jar and perhaps I could come off as a huge freak, but hey I'm a damn intriguing person. Its not like I'm some boring finance guy in my mid 30's who works on computers all day.

I was interviewed in a park and answered a whole shitload of questions. I could talk all day. Best part of the documentary is they are interviewing managers of a few different clubs to say what they think of me. There going to haveto say nice things even if they think I suck. No way will they bash me. ok, thats it for now.

MG

I saw it coming; Something bad

Something happened on October 1st. I'm not going to say if it was good or bad but it will have a huge impact on my life. thats all I'm going to say. People always ask me "who was the comic you were talking about in your blog?"

Sometimes I tell, sometimes I don't. This I will not discuss so lets move on.

The documentary starts filming Monday. I'm going to do my best to be myself. I'd love to put it on the website. Maybe that will happen. Not many people have seen where I live, and it will be cool if they show my pad. Better yet they should tape me doing laundry. I like seeing people being interviewed doing everyday things. The ladies can see me folding my draws.

October is here and I need a really long post season for the Red Sox. They will really help me take my mind off of things. That is the comedy biz. Great thing about sports is they can break your heart and its nothing personal. If Pedro Martinez loses again to the Yankees, he didn't do it to hurt me. He obviously doesn't know me. Its like that line in the 'Bronx Tale' and the kid tells the mob guy he feels bad for mickey Mantle because the Yankees lost. And the mob guy returns with, "you think Mickey Mantle cares about you?"

I got another show at Jack Rabbit Slims in the east village this Friday. Its the coolest place in the world and I want you all to go.

MG