Not so unknown anymore

Last night, as I walked home from Duane Reade on Avenue B, the little dude with the tall wife from my building came up to say hello. We walked home together, and as we passed Havana, the bodega on East Houston, I pointed and said, "I saw Dawn of the Dead (two happy claps and a butt wiggle, by the way) on Saturday, and CJ, one of the main characters, lives in that building right there." He asked how I knew and I explained that I see him all the time, saw him on Law & Order: SVU and looked him up on IMDB just to make sure. Yep, the jerky head of security is my neighbor.

Little dude countered with the most exciting news ever. He said, "Did you know The Unknown Comic lives in our building?" Paper bag on his head unknown comic? Affirmative.

There's a link on TUC's official site to have him perform at your next event. You know, a certain little Cavefish has a birthday on tax day and is celebrating the following night (like I'm going to go out on Thursday and miss The Apprentice) at The Worst Bar in Manhattan. Maybe my friends would stop complaining about the venue if I booked some live entertainment. Plus, we could even walk over together.