Monday, January 25, 2010

Don't Call It A Comeback!

I can feel it. My next big break is right around the corner. Just as soon as I am tried for domestic abuse in the great state of Utah. Yes, I know I was arrested a while ago for trying to run someone over in a bowling ally parking lot who simply wanted my autograph. But look at this face. See it in my eyes. I'm ready, America. I'm ready for my comeback. Gary Coleman is ready to make you laugh, once again...

This is the sort of free publicity my former agent was always telling me about. "Get arrested, make a sex tape, date Heather Graham... all my clients are doing these things and booking gigs!" Well, Heather Graham didn't Facebook me back and I'm not ready for a sex tape just yet, so getting arrested seemed like right thing to do.

So all you casting directors, Gary Coleman, pending me making bail, is available for pilots, guest star roles, feature films, direct to video and stage work. My pager is turned on.


It's been a while, but...

What is it, like, the tenth time I've been pinched? Do I get a free scoop of ice cream with the punch-card I've been keeping in my wallet?

Ha! Just joshing ya. Dandy Aick here, free-form alt comic, sometimes TV and film actor, sexually ambiguous as a sea horse, lover of the liquor and the yip-yip, at your service.

Sure, I've been on the wagon for a bit. I think I was even on Celebrity Rehab or some other TV abortion like that. And I was clean. For a while, at least. Living life one day at a time.

And then I was at a comedy club. Doing my shtick. Lo and behold, a guy and girl approached me -- big fans who just had to be the Dick-meister. And who wants a free drink with his fan? This dude does. So five shots of Kettle One later, I grab his dick and her tit. Seemed like the thing to do. Thing not to do was tell him that her tit was bigger than his dick. Oh, Andy... sometimes you can't let a funny line just go into the ether.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

I picked the wrong day...

...to get Lasik and rob a gas station. Sure, I could have done one eye, wait a few weeks, then get the other, but hey, I'm not making two trips. Pull the band-aid off all at once -- that's always been my philosophy.

They said my vision would be fuzzy for a few hours -- plenty of time to have the outpatient procedure, hit the Chevron I've been casing for a month, hold that shit up and be on my merry way. Well, I can't see a damned thing as I'm holding a gun to this guy's head, pulling cash out of the register. Guess he thought my bandages were a disguise or something. Then I walked out. Or at least I thought I walked out. Bam! Right into a wall. I go down. Cops coming, guy holding me down, and I can't even see a thing.

I'm a so not breaking and entering into that house the day after my bunion surgery, that's for sure.

How do I look?