What are you lookin at?

A few people are taking what I am saying on here a little too literal and although I appreciate the concern..for the record I am not suicidal..even though I may say from stage i am.

I am currently in Vancouver hotel room listening to wolfe parade and getting ready for a show for the first west coast show in four years. It feels weird I have to be honest but I am a runner and I am my fathers son.

Yeah I am in a bit of a funk for sure but I think it is tied to health. I have not felt that healthy in the last little while. I've been sick for the last two weeks and being fat with chest pains doesn't help the shows either.

But through the sludge there is a light that will never go out thanks to people like Allison. I was just sitting surfing the web to find an olive branch to hang my bullshit sel loathing on and I found one. On a message board for a alternative entertainment magazine someone posted some kind words. The paper did an article on me last year and then a year later she posted this.

Normally I don't post fan mail..cause to be honest even comics that suck get them. Everyone has fans. This is different cause it was not sent to my site and it just fell out of the sky.

Before you now run out and send kind words please don't. This was enough

"I have just returned from a show with Darren Frost and was blown away-every person in the room was laughing, he was real, his act was down-to-earth, things people can relate to and some so out there you didnt know whether to laugh or or sit their confused. He knew when to keep going and when to move on. He seems to really get into his act and make his opinions 'lose-your-breath' funny, something that some dont seem to do well at all. The crowd loved him and i would pay to see him again. It was great-out on the deep end-but still an amazing show. He has got it."

if only all the shows were like that....then I could....nevermind..I almost got bitter there......just be a good boy darren and enjoy the moment

thank you allison....thank you very much

I am not the type of dog
That could keep you waiting
For no good reason
Run a carbon-black test on my jaw
And you will find it's all been said before

I can swing my megaphone and long arm the rest
It's easier and better
To just beat it from the chest
Of desire

I could walk into this room
And the waves of conversation are enough
To knock you down in the undertow
So alone, so alone in my life
Feed me banks of light
And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung
It's a beautiful life
And I can hang my hairshirt
Away up high in the attic of the wrong dog's life chest
Or bury it at sea
All my life I've searched for this

Here I am, here I am in your life
It's a beautiful life
My life
It's a beautiful life
Your life

Hairshirt REM