The Daily Derenger

11/15/2003

A Toledo friend brought some of her friends to last night's late show. We headed to a dive bar ater the show. As two of her friends left the bar, I said, "Thanks for coming out." Something profound to say to a couple of gay guys.

11/14/2003

I'm in a Toledo library next to two other bald guys with shaved heads. Of course I haven't my camera with me to prove that us bald guys are smart, too.

I went to mass this morning. Nice service and even nicer people there. One thing I noticed was the the priest didn't participate in communion. He didn't give the hosts nor the wine. He sat back and let some lay people do it. It was awkward receiving the Body of Christ from a guy in running pants and a Chicago Bears sweatshirt. You know Jesus didn't dress like that back in the day. Unless the Saints were playing.

11/12/2003

Last night's show had maybe 10 people there. In the middle of my set, two guys got up and embraced, having not seen each other in 20 years. I just drank my Pepsi and smiled, knowing that I was pursuing the dream no matter what.

11/12/2003

Toledo, Ohio this week. Had a blast here last time, back in January. Different hotel this time, one with a pool, a workout room, and a couch in my room. The couch is stained with something you could say gives it character. I bet I'll get something else if I sit on it. Nothing many bath towels can't hide, though. On the couch, not my crotch. A rash is a rash is a rash. One can only hide that for so long.

11/11/2003

I'm not sure what's wrong with this fuckin' machine or maybe this program. Let's see if this gets posted.

11/11/2003

As my brother and I were planning the driving arrangements to have lunch with our mother and yiayia, I mentioned going to church in the morning.

"You still go?" he asked.

"When I can," I said. "But not religiously. Like today I didn't go."

If there is any one thing you should do religiously, it should be going to church. Playing cards religiously, watching "Friends" religiously, or having a beer when you get home from work religiously is not where it's at.

11/09/2003

Writing from my buddy's place in Central Wisconsin. Wisconsin Rapids to be exact. Had way too much chili at 2 a.m. in Sheboygan after last night's show. Ouch. I had to make a run for the john and sitting just outside of the bathroom, on the couch, my buddy's girlfriend whom I have only met twice. The explosion was inevitable and even made our brief conversation painful beyond comprehension. I hope they don't hold what just happened in there against me.