Appy new year!!

Ehh!!

I hope 2010 is great for all! (including me)

Where do I start? I apologize for not updating since my Comedy show last month. It was a crazy few weeks in which i did not have a day off until my trip home to Victoria.

For those who haven't heard, my show wasn't great. I forgot some stuff and blanked out for about a minute on stage. Of course I covered it up in classic 'Brad' style, but I wasn't really happy with my performance. It has inspired me to do it again and to it better!!

I was home in Victoria from Dec 17-30th. I got to see a lot of people, but not everyone I wanted. I was super busy as you could imagine, spending the better of three days in Vancouver, Christmas shopping, family time, yada yada yada. The two weeks blew by. So if I didn't get to see you, I'm sorry. I hope you all had a great Christmas!

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HUGE CHANGES!!!
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Ok, I have the following announcements to make!

1. IM GAY (Just kidding)

1. I am going to be giving my blog a facelift sometime in the next few weeks. My amazing family and friends have supported me and given me a chance to buy a Video Camcorder (not yet purchased) and an amazing TV! I do plan on shooting my own video blogs aka vlogs, as well as continued standard text. It may take me a while to figure out how to edit and all that shit, but my goal is to start ASAP. I should be buying the camera sometime in the next week. So look for my first Vlog a week or so after that! Keep checking back!

2. I got home from Victoria yesterday (december 31st) at 11am. For those who don't know, my apartment is really, really shitty. For those who have stayed or experienced it, you know what I'm talking about. I got home and noticed a piece of the ceiling had collapsed in my bathroom. It had been leaking for a few weeks prior to my trip. It didn't really damage anything, but it was the last straw so to speak. I could see all the mold and shit in the walls and ceiling, and it told me one thing. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. There are other issues involved in my choice as well. Insect problem, shitty crackhead tenants, shitty crackhead neighbourhood, just to name a few. So, this is what happened, in this order.

1. I stood in my apartment after noticing how truly shitty it had become and said, I'm outta here. I would rather live in a hostel or hotel then live here. I had to pay rent for January before I had to leave for work, which was less then 5 hours away. I wasn't going to do it. I didn't pay a damage deposit, I didn't pay last months rent when i moved in. I could get to the fuck out of dodge and nobody would know. One problem. I'm a nice guy. My landlord had always been very very nice to me. I remember when I moved in, he looked me and in the eyes and said 'If you ever need anything, or if you have a problem, come to me. I will help you. I only ask one thing, never lie to me.'

I did have a problem, so I decided to tell him my plan. But first, I needed a fuckin plan. Step two. Call Grant Waters.

Hey Grant, how are ya?

Good buddy how are you? How was your flight?

Shitty, I got delayed twice and they lost my luggage.

Oh that sucks man

yeah man, umm.. listen, I just decided I'm not going to live in my shitty apartment anymore, and I know you have roommates and shit, but I was wondering if I could crash on your couch for a few weeks or maybe the month until I get another place.

dude, of course man.

...

It took Grant a whole 2 seconds to say YES. Grant has a 'jam space' under his patio and has a couch and TV and all that. So the plan is for me to crash there until I find a better place. Both Grant and his roommates (RJ and Matt) are the nicest dudes a guy could meet. They welcomed me without question and with open arms.

Now that I had a place to stay, it was time to talk to the landlord.

let me recap again. My rent is due for Jan first, so he thinks I'm coming to pay it, not give 24 hours notice that I'm moving. To make matters worse, I want to rent a cargo Van to move all my shit, and everything is closed today, so I can't move till the 2nd or 3rd. I will never forget this conversation. I will write it almost word for word im sure. My landlord is an older dude from with a solid accent from some weird/awesome country.

I knock.

Come in he says, how can I help you?

I need to speak to you in private.

Here is private.

Ok. Well sir, I have some bad news.

What you need, what you need?

Well, I am moving. (I didnt want to lie, so I just stretched the truth) There is a personal family issue (me and my shitty apartment) and I have move away as soon as possible. Umm...

When you need to go?

Well that is the thing sir, I have to move now, as soon as possible.

You need February 1st?

Well sir, I need January 2nd.

Ohh.. that's soon.

I know, I'm very sorry, It's a personal matter that I didn't expect, yet I cannot change. I know I have to give at least 30 days notice here and...

60 days, he says abruptly.

60 days, right, I know that's how this works, and I'm really very sorry about this. I guess I am wondering if there is anyway we could work something out, you've always been very nice to me, and I just wanted to tell you this and I hope we can work something out.

He looks me dead in the eyes.

Listen. Whatever you need to do is ok with me, ok? Don't worry about 60 days ok? You are my grandson now, ok? If you ever need anything, you call me on this number.
Hands me a card.
Ok? you call me. If you need place to live, no problem. if you need something else, no problem. Anything, call me anytime ok? You are grandson ok? God bless you.

He stands and puts out his hand. I stand and shake his hand.

Thank you sir, and god bless you as well.

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And that was that. I didn't pay rent, and he gave me three extra days to move. I offered to pay for the few days I'd be here in January and he shook his head in disgust. No.

SO, I am moving to Grants. I am looking for a 1 bedroom for February. Things are looking up.

I have more stories to tell, but I have to go to work. My phone is dead. My luggage was lost in travels, which oddly enough also had my phone charger in it. Perfect. Even more perfect is that they will call my dead phone to try and deliver my suitcase. Standard.

More to come, stay tuned.

PS there has been a dude yelling and screaming (I mean really loud) on and off for the last 12 hours somewhere close to my apartment building. "GOD DAMN IT MOTHER FUCKER!" "FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" "YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS SHIT!" over and over and over. At first I thought it was a drunk dude from a late new years party. Oh no. This guy is for real. Thank god im moving. I would call the police and complain, but I dont have phone... ahh well, I do enjoy hearing curse words being shouted at all hours of the night and day. Standard.