So after leaving Chocolate Sundaes in Hollywood last night, "it's the black night for comedy on Sundays", to say the least it was a reminder why I don't hang out in Hollywood I came home, poured me a drink and begin casting. Now I really didn't bother to listed or preview what I said. I had some sweet tea vodka, lemonade and cut the mic on. Now I don't know what all I said. I just said it. It might be best I not podcast. Waking up the next morning with a mic, empty glass, cellphone and a PS3 joystick in my hand and laying around me as if I had be raped. Thank you to those who may have listened. But I am tired today. I may do it again if my heart says so.