(if you missed Part 1 and/or Part 2, you're gonna be confused) After those first 4-5 months, I was really settling in to my new life. I found a companion in Shane, who would join me out on the town as a fellow single man cruisin' for ...

(if you missed Part 1, you're gonna be confused) My first week in Seattle was surprisingly uneventful. Or at least... not that memorable. It was mostly house hunting, and a series of coffee shops, little restaurants, and the occasional bar. I was only 20 at the time, and I'd still never been drunk, so I didn't really care about bars that much. I was always the designated driver, though, so I ...

I remember when I was a teenager and I had to tape episodes of Beverly Hills 90210 for my older sister, one of the first lines in the first episode was spoken by a voiceover and they said something like "they say your birthplace shouldn't be where you were born, but where you learned who you are - and this was my birthplace...". Using that line of logic, Seattle would be my ...

As part of a few days of early Aural Salvation stories that explain how my show rocketed up in (relative) popularity in a short time, I've explained its origin, the early awkwardness of having to fulfill interview duties from the guy whose time slot I overtook, how I captured attention with a nudity-laden alt-porn plug, and now I'll tell you about the most popular episode -- for ...

(if you missed Part 1, you're gonna be confused) So there I was. In Florida. The plan was in action, only three things left to do : 1. Sign my lease and get my keys 2. Call Porno Joe about the job 3. Move my shit in when the truck arrived I hopped in a cab, and arrived at my new apartment ...

This is a story about the biggest mistake I've ever made. Summer of 2002 - May, to be more exact (I'm glad I keep weird notes to myself for my much older self to discover) - I had just started performing comedy. Not a lot, mind you. Maybe one gig a month, at best. I was working at a fetish porn company as a web designer. I was in the ...

In 2004, I moved to Hollywood (from Orange County) with my buddy Nad. It was a pretty small and dingy place, only a window a/c unit, 1 bathroom, two small bedrooms and a tiny little kitchen. The manager of the place was this older gay man that was clearly in over his head as a manager. He didn't seem to know anything about rental laws, ...

Back in high school, I was hanging out with my friend Rachel at a Denny's about 1/2 mile from my house . This was a pretty regular spot for us, since there was a coffee shop in that mega-strip-mall called "The Mean Bean" that will feature in other stories to come. It was night-time, maybe 8-9pm. Rachel and I were sat at a booth near the kitchen/counter area. There was ...