Sorry for the late post. I was planning on posting this yesterday but an old friend was in town. And we all know that creative endeavors take a back seat to getting drunk and making dick jokes.

I went to the Mule, a local bar, for the first time a few days ago. First, let me state that I am not a “bar person”. In general, I find the music in bars too loud, the beer too bland, and the patrons too prone to throwing a punch when you accidentally bump into them. I prefer to do my drinking at pubs where I can enjoy good quality beer and have actual conversations. I’m weird like that.

Surprisingly, I had an alright time. The weird thing was that I kept running into people I knew from high school. For those who don’t know me, I get incredibly self-conscious when I bump into people who’ve heard that I’m a comedian or seen videos of me. I think it stems back from the fact that I was a total dork in high school. Since then I’ve sort of internalized the fact that I will never be “cool”. But now that I have taken up a career path out of the normal spectrum of Sarnia vocations, people have started mistakenly accrediting me with the label of “being cool”. When people tell me that they are impressed by what I do, I always get this feeling like I’m lying to them, as if any minute my cover is going to be blown and I’ll be revealed for the geek I really am. I know, I am fully self-aware of how crazy that makes me. What can I say, the Roach family bloodline is nothing more than chemical dependacy coupled with neurosis.