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For several weeks, one of my fellow monks had been teaching meditation in a new maximum-security prison close to Perth. The small group of prisoners had come to know and respect the monk well. At the end of one session, they began to ask him about his routine in a Buddhist monastery. We have to get up at 4:00 am every morning, he began. Sometimes it is very cold because our small room don't have heaters. We eat only one meal a day, all mixed together in one bowl. In the afternoon and at night, we can eat nothing at all. There is no sex or alcohol. of course. Nor do we have television, radio, or music. We never watch movies, nor even play sports. We talk little, work hard, and spend our free time sitting cross-legged watching our breath. We sleep on the floor. The inmates were stunned at the spartan austerity of our monastic life. It made their high-security prison seem like a five-star hotel in comparison. In fact, one of the prisoners was so moved with sympathy for the plight of their monk friend that he forgot where he was and said: "That's terrible living your monastery. Why don't you come in here and stay with us?"

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Last week I went for a hike at Runyon Canyon and met this cool couple named Mary and Jamie(male) who were also hiking, they kind of were going at the same pace as me, so eventually we just started talking and walking together. It turns out Mary has an uncle who works at the FX Network and I kind of lied to her and told her that I have dozens of script treatments and that I have been doing comedy for 8 years, she actually seemed slightly impressed and said she would try to set up a meeting with her uncle sometime. I thought she was just being nice, but gave her my email anyway. Three days later she actually emails me and tells me that her uncle wants to meet me and hear some of my ideas, as the network is actually looking to do more comedy related shows. The meeting was to take place at his personal office in Sherman Oaks on Thursday(2 days later). I'm freaking out because I don't actually have any treatments, so I started Googling "script treatments" and I copied some formats and came up with some characters and a premise about a factory worker who wins the Lottery, but its only a $250,000 lottery so he decides to keep his job and just act like he is better than all his co-workers. Not the greatest of ideas, but passable I thought. When I get on the elevator to go to his office, I suddenly remembered that I had a library book due the day before and put off the meeting to go return it, because those fees fucking add up.

Hear me perform stand-up, sing a song, and recap my day/run.

Recap of my day: August 30th

My interview with Springfield Illinois Comedian Saad. We discuss our philosophies on comedy and pancakes. Edited from a twenty minute chat to under 5 minutes.