My phone got run over today on Harlem Ave. in Palos Heights, Illinois. That was sad/rad. I was crossing the busy street with some friends on bikes and I had this pouch on mine that holds stuff. It was holding my friend’s cell phone and my cell phone when they suddenly decided they wanted to check out the ground during our crossing. By the time we heard the clickity click of them bouncing off the ground, they were exploded into the sky into several pieces by a barrage of traffic. We picked up all the pieces, recited several situation-appropriate jokes like, “Can you hear me now,” and “Hey, looks like I’m not going over my minutes this month!” and then went and got smoothies at a Christian bookstore/cafe. The whole story sounds like a scene from a movie where some bike riders go missing on the campus of a Christian college, so I might just get to writing that semi-autobiographical tale soon.

I’ve got a lot of cool stuff coming up. Tons of shows all around Illinois, a lot of writing projects with various people, and possibly some speech coaching at my old high school in the summer and fall. I’m applying for jobs, too, so that could add some extra mayhem to the incredibly open (so far) summer days.

I’m going to start my screenplay about Rollerblading soon.

That’s right. Rollerblading.