life among limes

I hate my car, it is well documented. My '98 Civic LX has put me through more turmoil than I care to admit, it is a heap of trash that must be destroyed.

Last week I was driving home from a film festival in Venice when my tire exploded on Ocean Avenue, in the heart of Santa Monica, amidst hundreds of frightened tourists. If I had any self respect I would drive it off the end of the pier.

This is the fifth time my car has betrayed me on the LA streets:

That time it broke down on Wilshire and I pushed it to The LA Country Club.

That time it broke down in Westwood and the tow truck guy laughed in my face.

That time it was literally just parked on the street and some yahoo sideswiped the whole damn thing...

...although they were kind enough to retrieve the mirror and set it next to the car before they drove off.

That time I popped the tire on Sunset Blvd after a job interview (I didn't get the job).
I don't have a picture for this but I think Harvey conveys what I'm getting at.

And now this...

Hell on wheels

Something had to be done, one last ditch effort to rid myself of this thing responsibly before it kills me.

I decided the right thing to do was to put it on Craigslist, fully disclosing that the car is possessed by spirits of the damned.

Here's the crazy part, it worked.

I kept getting more and more emails until some someone flagged the post and pulled it from the site.

I'm a little nervous to actually meet these people but I feel like I'm too deep now... we'll see what happens.

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Did I tell you guys I'm taking Improv classes? No?

What's that? Maybe I should keep that to myself?

WHY?! Oh because I'm a twenty-seven year old unemployed man who spends his time trolling Craigslist and hanging out with an improv troup instead of finding a job while his wife is hard at work in a hospital?....

Ok so anyways I've been taking classes at The Second City in Hollywood for about, I dunno 6 months or more now and it's been really great.

Second City is where all the improv greats studied:

Chris Farley, John Belushi, Steve Carrell, John Candy, Joan Rivers, Bill Murray, Tina Fey.

The list goes on and on...

Anyways, These classes have got me all jazzed up about producing my own material, so with the help of some buddies, we pulled off a little video. Here it is!

"Woah..."

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Ok I'm running out of steam here, and I have to run to the bank before Steph wakes up (she worked night shift last night) and see's me sitting at the table eating cereal out of the box at 2pm.

Pray for me guys.

So I'm gonna blast you with some pictures before I go.

It's been a great month.

First Off: Steph and I had a baby!!!

We welcomed sweet little Calvin into our loving arms, although right now we're letting him live with my brother and sister-in-law in Minnesota because it's pretty unpopular to have a baby in LA if you're under 35.

But we FaceTime alot!!

Ok no. Not my son, but he is the cutest little new nephew on the block.

So is my guy Harvey!

...AND big sister Sam!

Steph and I had an awesome trip home because we love our family (but more-so because I had a hell of a tooth-ache and needed Dr. Brother to set me straight.)

I must say this was a pretty profound event. Twenty years ago Ben punched me in the face and broke 2 of my teeth in our basement in Minnetonka when he was showing our neighbor Joey Cook how to fight. Now we've come full circle as Ben drilled the shit out of my molar and fixed a broken tooth.