"Midwest"

"How to Rock Out"

"Why I Wasn't In Menace II Society"

"The Karl Karl Band"

Bloated with false power and self-fulfilling prophecies, The Karl Karl Band continues to have saxophone solos in their music.

"The Karl Karl Band"

Slick corporate power rock. Miami sound. Processed. Streamlined. The soundtrack to having that corner office. Get me some coffee. The Karl Karl Band will deliver.

"Janitor 10: Janitor vs Janitor"

Remember "Janitor 4"? Don't worry, nobody does. Well, in that one he built a time machine and went fifteen minutes into the future, but now future janitor has come back and he's evil (no reason) and it's up to present-day janitor to kill him.

Now you might be asking yourself: Well, if present-day janitor kills future janitor, doesn't that kill present-day janitor in the future? And I guess that's why you'll have to actually watch this one.

"Times Are Tough"

I got laid off from my job at the insurance company, but I'm back with my new invention/career: The Human Pinata! What I do is fill my clothes up with candy and then, while suspended from a tree -- or really anything that can take my weight -- I have kids beat me with wiffle ball bats until the candy falls out. No major injuries as of yet and I'm making anywhere from fifty to seventy-five bucks a gig. Marc Farful! The Human Pinata! Available for parties, bar/bat mitzvahs, corporate events, and family reunions.

"Sajan"

Today I bought a drum set from a man named Sajan -- a good man, an honest man. He helped me load it in to my car. I paid him, and as I did, I looked him straight in the eyes and said "Good doing business with you," as we shook hands. Sajan returned to his minivan and drove off. And just like that, he was out of my life. I haven't seen him since.

"The Title Has Nothing To Do With The Story"

I once almost invited a girl to a bachelor party. It didn't register to me that it wasn't acceptable to do that. But at the time, here was my reasoning: Two days before it, I fully realized I didn't know hardly anyone else going to it, so if it was gonna be some stupid run-of-the-mill bachelor party, I was thinking I'd just split off with this girl and hang out with her. I tried ta call her, but had lost her number.

I look back now and know for certain that there's something(s), plural, wrong with me. If I had pulled it off, though, some would of called me a lunatic; some a maverick, a trailblazer. It's such a fine line I walk -- a tight-wire act, really.

"Man Cave"