If you've never had sweet plantains, you haven't lived. That may have been an exaggeration, but I had them for dinner last night, and as my friend, Jon Mumma would say, they were "D-Lish." What a homo.
I forgot to mention this before, but I did a show that's two hours away from my apartment on Saturday, in a redneckish town. I was featuring and under the impression that it would be a tight 90 minute show. Nope. It ended up being a 4 hour show. The host did over 2 hours! And there was a 25 minute guest set. The crowd couldn't get enough. They sat there for the whole thing. There were only two women under 400 pounds and they were definitely anorexic. And the men all had Sellick mustaches. I think the women didn't leave because they didn't want to exert the necessary energy to lift their quarter-ton selves out of their chairs. And the men didn't leave because they thought the women were "digging their 'staches."
Also, my friend Al, is trying to get a new job with some writers' organization. Al is the smartest person I've ever known. In college, I saw him watch Jeopardy for a week straight and get EVERY answer before it was finished being read. (I don't care if it's technically the question that he is saying. I still call it the answer. I'm gangsta.) Also, yes, I used to watch him watch TV. Anyway, he's a genius. He reads like 240 books each day. He's like the Hulk Hogan of thinkers. If there was a Royal Rumble of knowledge, Al would come in like Hulk in 1984 and toss everyone over the top rope. EVEN EL GIGANTE! He's currently working on a MFA in Creative Writing. But he has worked at Kinko's for the past two and a half years. So if you know Al, or not, let's hope he gets this job and gets into his proper field. Hulk Hogan should be in the WWF, not Kinko's, which would be the equivalent of the MWF(Midget Wrestling Federation - it was real.) or G.L.O.W. Break on through, Al.
I have nothing else to say. Come to Dr. Dremo's tonight.