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Day 43

I really, really, really hate drug therapy. Really. The instructor is a fuck, it costs too much money, and random piss tests suck.

I might be losing my job soon. I work at the Funny Bone Comdey club as a promoter. I call people at work all day and ask them if they want free tickets. Oh, anyone from Indianapolis who's interested and is over 21 can call 844-0300 and ask for Chris. I'll hook you up. Anyway, we had Dave Atelle over the weekend and they were expecting a huge turnout. We only sold out one of the five shows. They lost $9000. So they're probably gonna have to cut one of the promoters loose. And seeing as how I pull in the least people, I'm betting I'm first on the chopping block. No worries though. I'm clean now, so I can get a could job where they require a drug screen. Sweet. It's just a matter of finding one.

I'm moving to the eastside the weekend after next. Around 38th and Shadeland. It'll be cool. Movin in with Freak and Lok. I'm gettin the basement. Big screen. Gonna have to find a new NA meeting.

Other than that, nothing worth mentioning. I wish I had a girlfriend. Can't wait for SG Burlesque in June. I'm gonna miss my cable. And I'm pissed that Angel's gettin canceled.

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