As I think about doing this show, a few things come to mind. Riding a motorcycle for one. The first bike I ever rode was a dirt bike, I was 13. I worked at a Taco place and had saved my money… I bought this bike for $60.

I had no idea how to ride it. The guy who sold it to me showed me how the gas was on the handle or whatever and as soon as he was out of sight, I started that thing and took off. I was in the desert and wearing a tank top.

Well I don’t know what happened. I am sure I opened the throttle full blast, but I went flying over the handle bars, landed in the dirt and slid, pulling my top down in the process and scraping my breasts… especially one of them.

One of them was pretty tore but so? I looked around (to make sure no one saw that because I have Capricorn and it was embarrassing), then pulled my shirt up planning to worry about the blood later and got back on the bike.

Ten minutes later I was ripping through the desert and the rest is history.

Two years later, I was 15 and I decided I was going to tend bar. My exact thought was, “Rum and Coke. How hard can it be?”

Hired by the first bar I walked into, three hours later I was working the night shift, telling jokes with my co-bartender, a 400 pound Pisces with severe astigmatism and again, the rest is history.

Now I am going to do this show and I have no idea how other than I’m just going to do it. There will likely be some blood and follies but I can’t see how that matters can you?

Are you prone to take flying leaps off cliffs? Where is your Jupiter?

pictured… yeah, thats’ me jumping off a cliff.