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

Oh life. You have some funny ways about you. After what was probably the most difficult, painful, educational, trying year of my life.. it all makes sense now. I was a fool to deviate from my path. I thought I could. I wanted to see what it was like over there, on the other side of the fence. But, hell, I could only fake it for so long before it all started coming apart and I scrambled to keep the pieces together. They just don’t fit, though, do they? No amount of hammer, nails, even crazy glue could fix that.

Three years ago, I found a badass little spot in Hollywood. Cheap rent. Right off the Hollywood strip. Stumbling (quite literally, since I did it many times) from Hollywood & Highland and about 10 other bars and clubs for me to haunt. I had an internet TV show. Doin’ a little indie film acting. Meeting new people seemingly every day. I had a high-paying job, working my own hours, and plenty of *ahem* company when I was looking for such things.

But it went sour, when I tried to deviate from the path I’d long worked on carving out for myself. Not unlike young Icarus, who flew to close to the sun.

You knew better than I did, you… crazy little…. LIFE you. You tried to warn me. You put giant obstacles right smack-dab in the midst of this alternate path. I should’ve taken it as a warning. But, hey, you did already teach me to be steadfast and unwavering in my attempts – so, really, what else could you expect? The Mitcz marches on. Sometimes, ridiculously so and for little reason except to say “ha! Told ya I could!”.

I get it now, though. I do. I was foolish and inadvertently self-destructive. I’m back on the right path. And, you’ve made that painfully clear.

With a mere 3 days left in this month to get an apartment before I’d have found myself with nowhere to live — you sent the signal to my brain. “Go back to your old ‘hood. See what happens…”. And I did. And sure enough, a mere few hundred feet from where I deviated from my path all that time ago, was tucked away a sign, barely visible …. “1 bedroom unit available”. Not that I needed much convincing, but… to somehow magically fix my credit so I could write a check on the spot and move in the next day? For about $200/month less than I was expecting to pay for a place? First month’s rent… free? That’s just incredible. Oh, and nice touch on making the manager a young, hip, pierced, english-speaking woman who I could actually see being FRIENDS with (I know, right? Friends w/the apartment manager? But, really, she’s just so damned nice.). Then you go and put a healthy dollop of icing on top of the marvelous cake that she’s gonna come out to my comedy gigs w/her husband. That’s just… man, you really know how to flatter an old fool, life.

The message comes through loud and clear. Go back to almost the exact spot where my path was split. Let me go it alone. Single. On top of the bills. Freelance clients galore. Comedy gigs by the barrel. It’s all lined up, ready to go.

I’m so fuckin’ excited about you again, life. Thanks for not givin’ up on ol’ Mitcz. I won’t let you down this time.

*hugs*

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