somebody just cracked open a beer *ag doin piano punk @ another shitty dive (bobby's idle hour)

how you know it's a dive bar...shit on the walls (they don't have to be dollar bills signed by famous people but they can be anything you want)
that's ronnit in the back
hobbs is drunk
i accept no simping damnit...expect a bad acid trip
talking about God is always sumin esp in a standup comedy routine
trish asked me about the keyboard n i happened to have it (that's a joke, i take it everywhere in my car, as you know)
i dig how the camcorder is randomly shaking
this looks like it could be in the mid-eighties
a lotta people that do comedy ain't really comedians, maybe i'm talking about myself here in a way
the comedy life or death
it's always chicks w/ a really funky laugh that love the fuck outta my shit
i wish i could pick who commits suicide n ods, oh well
your laughs indicate that i might not be such a bad person after all
why is this even deep
i live alone n it's nonstop clamor (but also those damn cats)
i did mention that i don't disagree w/ suicide
people kill themselves every day n they don't call that shit suicide (now everything is some kinda addiction/affliction)
just exist i guess
don't expect me to bathe tho
schizophrenia spotlight
that wasn't funny amy, they got intimidated hahahaha
oh i guess it's 5min
she said that she liked my voice n i corrected her PLURAL, BITCH
the boys love meh (a buncha drunk comics is still a win damnit)