My misadventures on display for all to read.
I waited longer than I should to share my stand up routine with y'all. To my surprise, my first non-friend fan seems to be a Chilean satanic worshiper on Tumblr. My comedy knows no bounds and sees no creed. Comments, sharing and laughter in public are all widely appreciated. And yes, all the comedy I wrote for my routine is true, with a few exceptions.
I may buy a motorcycle by Sunday. And find the anarchist of my dreams.
On Saturday and Sunday, the Northeast Motorcycle Expo will be in Boston. I don't know jack about motorcycles except that I wanted a moped after college. Does that even count? My med school friends called them donor peds and since I never wanted to turn into Inside-Out Boy, I took the bus like a chump.
Fear aside, I am going to try to meet some bad ass motorcycle enthusiasts. Just saying that means I am probably not wearing enough leather to this event. Check back on Sunday to see if I bought a bike or met the SOA of my dreams. Does he exist? I've never watched the show. All I know is that Ron Perlman plays a leading role and if Jewish biker gangs exist, take me, I am yours.
