I have been living in DC for almost 5 months now. I am 4 months single, moved here to be with the woman of my dreams, and am now slightly high updating my tumblr. I was straight edge until 2 months of being in DC and i turn 26 in October. I have been doing stand-up 4-5nights a week while working a 9-5 monday through Friday, working coffee house shifts on the weekend, and trying to find the time to eat enough fruits and vegetables to avoid getting Scurvy.
Earlier tonight i was sitting in a movie theater on E.Street. I saw While We Were Young there on its release weekend, and I saw Marc Maron preform across the street 3 months ago: alone. This eve i was watching “Cartel Land” with my Russian friend Da’vid. (Da’vid is a wonderful friend and honest to allah a care taker i could not be more thrilled about knowing, but i am not penning his holiness down tonight - i lack the talent and the world lacks the time)
Da’vid leaves after the third decapitated head rolls across screen, to use the restroom. While he is gone i am alone again, like i have been most of my time here in DC. As the scenic deserts of the Pacific South West roll across the screen all i can thing about is future. Where will i be in 2 years? What art can i create with my only skilled medium? How long until i start to sleep again? Why am i not in the desert under the fire of drug lords? did i drive drunk last night? when did i last eat? i wonder why my uncle died?
Da’vid hops the railing and sits down.
“Jason Segel is in the bar right now.” He whispers to me.
“This movie theater has a bar?” i quickly replied, as i shoveled through my bag for my passport and wallet.
“jason Segel? the actor? i asked again before hardly waiting on Da’vids reply.
I go to the bar.
i enter the lobby.
Jason Segel is sitting right the fuck in the bar.
Im just walking closer.
he is in my path.
to the bar.
its just him.
I order. quietly linger. stirring the cheapest gin they had into whatever off-brand soda water was provided. ($5.50)
I sniff out a break in a selfie-based conversation and sneak my way into the line of sight.
“hey, i just wanted to say i am a big fan, i just listened to your WTFpodcast interview and i just wantyed to say hi.”
“hey im jason man good to meet you.”
“i know your jason. its great to meet you. andrew.” i say as i point towards my stupid face.
then i spend approximately 15 minutes talking directly to Jason Segel, with no interruption, and he was fine with it. We talked about break-ups, one liners in Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Documentaries, growing up poor in low income housing, and stand-up.
I said i do stand up because it gives every night a little more intention. Jason clasped his hands and said “that is a great way to word that, giving intention to your evenings, thats such a great thing.”
then i spouted off what my next personal video project was going to be. how i am trying to find a cathartic way to deal with my break-up, and hoping my future endeavors can help people connected like they would with a break up song.
he said its good i am so self-aware of my own condition when it comes to coping with silence and self.
Tonight was rejuvenating. i am glad i focused on this story. if you read this i love you. reach out to me when you are bored. i seriously could use the long-distance company.