The Foreign Homeland

Well, here I am again, back in the United States for the foreseeable future. The Boom Chicago experience has ended, and now I grope about in the nebulous and terrifying world of unemployment and high expectations. Boom wants me to become "famous." I keep hearing it from everyone around me, "You're going to be fine, you're going to be on TV!" Hell, Lauren gave me 17 days before I'd have another job as a comedian. But I have no path, really. I have a meeting with Second City in a few days, as well as a lunch with Tom Gianis (director of Mr. Show). I don't know what the hell I'm doing at all. I'm returning to Los Angeles, and ... getting a job at a Video Game Store.

Getting hired for Boom was scary because it was another world, with no friends ... leaving a life behind. Post-Boom is frightening because everyone expects something from you, and you really have no idea how to get it done. I miss my friends, I miss Pep. I'm sick to my stomach, dizzy, and nervous. Sorry to be complaining -- I just feel like taking a snapshot of my state of mind, and this is what it is.

I need a driver's lisence. Walking Sucks.