The Daily Derenger

11/06/2003

I met up with my friend Carl last night. He's been on the road for three weeks from Los Angeles. And boy does he have the wallet to prove it, receipts and all. You may know about the George Costanza wallet, but this thing dwarfed it. Carl set it on the table and the other end of the table tipped up. When he sat down after placing the wallet back in his front pocket, he wasn't able to bend his leg and had to sit with his leg straight out. If I knew how to upload a picture here, I would show you. (Stay tuned for that to happen.) Amazing.

11/03/2003

(Check out my regular journal. I have posted the last 2 months of my Daily Derengers there."

I returned home to find a letter from an old friend. He's been reading my columns in the Herald News and was close buddies with my Uncle Jack. While Uncle Jack was dying of cancer, I was taking comedy classes in Phoenix and "Butterball," the nicknamed friend, told my uncle of this. "He ain't no goddamn comedian," said Uncle Jack. "He'll get up there and they'll just laugh at him."

What more could I ask for?