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9/10/03
It's 9:05 pm on Wednesday night. I still don't know how to spell Wednesday. Tomorrow is September 11th. The day after is my birthday. Two years ago, we needed to celebrate my birthday a few days early because I was flying out to Los Angeles on the 10th. So my wife threw me a party in our back yard. We had barbaque and my wife got me a piniata which we hung from a tree and I beat the shit out of it till candy came out. Then I drove down to Kennedy Airport took an evening flight to Los Angeles, landing at LAX at around 10. I had just time enough to race to "Largo" and do a set. I hung out with some friends and then went to my hotel and went to sleep. At Six AM the next morning (PST) the phone woke me up and my wife told me what happened in New York. She was there alone, six months pregnant, in Greenpoint Brooklyn, basically right across the water from the towers. They use to loom over our apartment building. We were hearing on the news that the Pentagon was on fire and also maybe the Capital and that many planes were still coming. I basically thought that the world was going to end while I chatted on the phone with my wife. My second thought was, jesus christ, some poor people some place, who had nothing to do with this, are going to have their faces bombed in. Anyway, the rest is more of what you all remember...
The torn off head of the piniata still hangs from the tree outside, but the paint is worn off so you can't even really tell if it was a donkey or a bull. I think we used to leave it up there because it's a reminder of the last normal day of my life, but now I think we just leave it up there because we are lazy. I hope nothing happens tomorrow. I don't think it will. What looms larger in my mind is that Paradise Hotel is now 20 minutes in and I'm missing it. I wish I didn't enjoy that show but I sure do. Partly, it's because I'm up here in the country and we don't get Cable. Just FOX, CBS, PBS, and sometimes ABC. NBC doesn't come in at all. Oh, and WB we get fucking GREAT! Thanks a lot. Anyway, I can't take my eyes away from these deluded freaks. Especially Amy and Zach. I couldn't even imagine two bigger idiots if I was locked in a lightless dungeon like to Count of Monty Cristo, with nothing to do but imagine idiots for the rest of my life.
By the way, I 'm going into New York City on Friday. I'll be at the comedy cellar on Friday and Saturday nights, doing many sets. So check my shit out there. I'll write more the next time. Just wanted to keep it fresh.
Thanks for reading,
LCK
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