If I found a dollar for every time I found a portrait floating somewhere out there of someone I knew I would be broke, but really rich in omens. This is exactly what house-mate looks like if he rocked dreads and a stance that appeared right at eye-level while waiting for the bathroom at The Comedy Car Hole which was taken as an omen of good faith.
This joint though, The Comedy Car Hole, is some one's garage in Culver City that once a month is turned into a stand up comic dude's dream -- beer on tap, babes and lots of jokers jabbing at one another with their best shot. As for me I love to see Jason's comedy act blossom, rouse with the jokers with my own unabashed attempts to compete in the jibber jabber and know its a place that I can alway count on to see some stars shining in the clear night sky from the lawn behind the garage sitting on the motorcycle. Go if you ever get the chance! Comparable to Upright Citizens Brigade in art school. But I've spotted professionals stalking new material so this is not to be taken lightly however, laugh.
