>One of my major goals for the last two years has been drink less, smoke more weed. I’ve actually written it out: Get an agent, write a book proposal, drink less, smoke more weed. Growing up with my parents, nothing good ever really happened when drinking was involved but a lot of my fun childhood … More >This New Year’s Eve, Drink Less. Smoke More Weed.
Last night marked the 15th time I’ve gone on stage in NYC as myself. Sure, I’ve been on stage hundreds –maybe even thousands– of times as an actor back when I used to do that sort of thing, but that’s different. It’s an entirely other beast presenting something you’ve personally created to an audience with … More About Last Night
The prison in Huntsville, Texas was a lot less ominous than I was expecting. Everyone was extremely nice and helpful . . . from the guards who inspected our rental car, to the guards who checked us in and scanned us, to the guards who supervised the visiting area. Even the other prisoners were . … More Visiting Hours
I received an eight page, handwritten letter from my jailed deaf dad. He received the five postcards and two letters I have sent since August 5th and the $50 I deposited into his inmate trust fund. With his money he bought: A new fan – $20 Radio with awake shaker – $13.60 (He means a … More Eight Pages of Goodness Graciousness
First, I must say, Paquita is the most well behaved, awesome traveler ever. Humans included. I got a bubble gum bath bar from Lush (thanks, Mrs. Batchley) that is making my entire apartment smell like candy. At first I thought, “What an awesome bar of soap!” Then I realized my apartment is just that small. … More Christmas Cheer
I forgot to send my imprisoned dad a card this year, and I feel kind of bad about it. But, in my defense, they don’t really make cards that say, “I love you. That doesn’t mean I’m going to impersonate an attorney while illegally taping phone conversations in an effort to gather evidence for your … More “One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.” — English Proverb
In his latest letter from prison, my father writes this sage advice, “Kambri, remember don’t take any dopes and heaving drinkers. please. I’m not smoking & drinking and doping. I hope that you could be believing me?” You’re in prison, Dad. You shouldn’t be “drinking and doping”. Criminals these days! —Kambri Father knows best
Yesterday I received the first note from my incarcerated father since last May. He’s been busy, I guess. It was a Hallmark Christmas card. The front read, “God made all the nights and days and all the world to sing His praise.” The inside read, “The very sweetest song on earth once brought the news … More Holiday Greetings
So, there was a deaf British comic on Christian’s Portable Comedy lineup named Steve Day. His appearance is what prompted me to make a whole night out of Friday. I was fully prepared to applaud with my deaf jazz hands and “chat” the night away. Turns out he doesn’t even know sign language. He is … More Do you hear what I hear? Do you see what I see?
Queer Eye For the Straight Guy I have found reality television perfection. Home improvement, makeovers, food & culture tips all mixed with straight men, intent on self-improvement, forced to endure homo-erotic flirtation and humor. I’ve died and gone to heaven. More jock-strap sniffing, please. Who Wants to Marry My Dad? Where is this shit world … More Reality Television
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