Mitcz.com : Official blog of Rev. Mitcz, the demented devilish comedian from Hollywood, CA.

One of my favorite small quotes in Fear and Loathing is when Hunter S Thompson, about to head back into Vegas after trying to leave, goes into the Nevada desert to shoot off his 6-shooter and says..

“All energy flows according to the whims of the Great Magnet. What a fool I was to defy him.”

I’ve often found myself using at least the first part of that quote, when I sit and contemplate the weird set of occurrences in my life. I’m not a believer in God or a divine intervening creature of any sort – but there’s something to be said for “devil in the details”.

I thought about this tonight, while driving back from a play I was supposed to see, because I was asked to come for an audition (once I’d seen the play). I didn’t actually see the play, nor go anywhere near the theatre. I mistakenly wrote the directions down in a half-ass, hurried way and I missed that I was supposed to switch freeways (Google Maps showed a straight line from the 101 to the 170, as it’s the 101 that bends left.. oops). I considered e-mailing the theatre group in charge of the production to offer apologies and see if there was any way I could audition without having seen the play. But, I ultimately decided – it just isn’t in the cards for me. And, that’s when I realized where the wheels that are turning got me where I am today.

When I first moved to California, with Nad, he made the acquaintance of a young woman who came into the gas station he was working at (this isn’t to rip on Nad – I worked at the same chain of gas stations at a different location, during the same period of time). The girl called herself “pixie”, and I still have no idea what her name is. Anyway, she had a friend named Anna who was friends with the wood nymph… err.. Pixie. Anna had a boyfriend, whose name escapes me, but her and I hit it off pretty well. One night, while waiting for Nad to get out of work, her and I were hanging out and she jumped on me while I was trying to sleep. I only mention this because we went from the house I was living at with Nad to a coffee shop, where I met her boyfriend. And found out that… despite having been together for about 2 months, had never had sex. And, I just fucked his girlfriend.

I felt a little bit guilty (but hell, who – older than 16 – goes 2 months into a relationship with no sex?) and I got to talking with him. Turns out, he worked at a porn company right down the street from where i was living. Since I knew web design, and I didn’t have an aversion to porn, he got me an interview with his boss about a week later. I got hired on the spot. About a week later, that boss left and the team he’d hired (including Anna’s boyfriend) left with him.

About a month later, I was looking for jobs on Monster.com (which almost never works) and I got a response from another manager at that porn company. When I went in for the interview, I explained that I’d been there before. Knowing I was now applying for a job that would’ve paid much higher than what I was interviewing for only a month prior, the manager decided I was “a good deal for the price” and hired me. I didn’t know at the time that $30k/year wasn’t shit. I was ecstatic.

During my year-or-so of employment, I not only met and became friends with Mikey, but he and I would later start our own web design company (for a few months). During that time, our most promising client was one that the creative director at our previous job had introduced us to. The company was called Secured Entry.

After months (maybe even years) of working on smaller projects with SE, I had to go with one of the co-owners of the company downtown for a lunchtime meeting with some of their clients, to explain some kind of web technology. After a few hours of meeting, I was released for a lunch break as they continued to meet with other clients. Being stuck in Downtown LA and knowing nothing, I headed towards 7th & Figueroa. At “7th & Fig” (as the center is called) is 3-floors of shopping, the bottom floor being a food court. The whole place is like an outdoor mall.

I saw, on the top floor, a place called “Esthetic Dentistry”. Having had atrocious teeth at the time (if you’re brave and masochistic, you can see the before/after photos right here), I headed into the office to see what kind of advice I could get on my situation. Surprisingly, the receptionist (Melanie), didn’t gasp when I smiled. And, she gave me the rundown of how they handle cases llke mine. And, of course, the price. I said “ha… well, maybe when I get my millions”.

Melanie : “millions? planning on getting rich quick?”
Me : “No I …. I’m a stand-up comedian, mostly. Isn’t that the way though.. Los Angeles, you come here and hope to get famous and get millions”
Melanie : “you’re a stand-up comedian? Are you looking for work?”
Me : “I’m always looking for work, sure”
Melanie : “My husband needs a stand-up comedian to go on-the-air with him to promote his book”

A few minutes of conversation passed, and I got the contact details for her husband.

Fast forward about a year – her husband (Anthony) and I worked together on a number of projects. His book. His website. A radio show he and I wrote. A TV show he and I wrote. Some weird sketch comedy things. You name it. He’s a very talented motherfucker, actually. I would say more, but I don’t want to give up trade secrets about his work :)

Anyway, throughout all of this work, I was able to finance my way into getting the dentist who Melanie was an office manager for, to work on my teeth. I’m still paying it off – but that’s the most important investment I’ve ever made.

Prior to the fancy new teeth, my g/f at the time and I had split. For about 3 months. During that time, I couldn’t PAY for a fuckin’ date. Naturally, having teeth like I did, I hardly find that surprising. DIdn’t help that my self-esteem was for shit, because of said teeth. Prior to this g/f, my teeth were only starting to get bad – they fell apart while I was with her (just coincidence, she had nothing to do w/that). After our breakup, however, I couldn’t even get a woman to agree to a coffee outing.

So, her and I went out again, I got the teeth fixed, and we broke up. Not quite as fast as that sentence, but that’s the basics.

Freshly single and with a mouth full of gorgeous teeth, I felt better than ever and I made the most I could of it. One of the women I met during this time ended up later becoming a good friend of mine, and working as a dominatrix in a club I used to frequent.

One night, while she was working, this guy came in and started hitting on her, calling himself a “gothic comedian”. In an attempt to get rid of him, she waved me over and said “and this is my friend, who’s a fetish comedian” (cause I’d performed comedy at fetish clubs here and there).

Fast forward – that guy invited me to be a guest on the opening night of his new live internet TV show. I came on, the producers dug the shit I was doing, and I came back every week. One night, that host got an ego and demanded mucho cash – so they were at a standstill. I got called up to replace him for that night, and I’ve been there for 2+ years since. The show wasn’t originally called Aural Salvation, of course, but most people think I went through a lot of work for that gig – and really, I just happened to be there and happened to not suck as bad as the original host for that timeslot.

Now, I’m making damn good money, I’m getting auditions and callbacks for shit like mad (cause my “reel” consists of about 50 video clips that show my range, my improv skills, my stand-up comedy, and the trailer for a short film I starred in) and I’m almost ready to quit the day job to fully pursue my entertainment career. I’m meeting with someone b-list famous tomorrow for potentially doing a TV show for his new online TV network, I’m set to travel to Tucson next month for a 3-day movie shoot… and I’ve got a few other things in the works that I’m not ready to talk about yet.

My point is – all this shit came from the friend of some weird, short, skinny redhead that Nad hit on while he was working at a gas station.

Crazy shit, no?

(I could go further back into history and explain how I met the person who I went with to meet the person who would later end up buying the house in Orange County that Nad and I moved into – but I’ll save that for a fuckin’ book or something cause it’s a lot to write)

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