We're playing at a tent outside of a Native American Bingo Palace right at the airport in Green Bay. We're in a tent. We're in a big tent with much of the audience sitting right behind all the lights and sound stuff so they can't see. We were told they put in risers for the audience when they have bands. I don't get it. So, people get bitten by mosquitoes, buzzed by planes, and see P&T. It's a treat. But, we filled the place up and did a fine show. The crowd was great and really liked us, so showbiz was conquering geography.

We did two nights here, and the first night the Teller blow-up wouldn't inflate so we started with Polyester, but the second night we started with Inflatables. There was no intermission, so no Rubber Boy, but it was a fine show. People really seemed to like us. After the show it had that Alaska thing where people don't talk about how great the show is, they thank us for coming to the middle of nowhere, like we were a USO show or something.

This place books a lot of psychics. It's amazing. Well, I'm sure they're not amazing, but it's amazing they're working. The show before us was psychics and the show after us was Amazing (I guess in some ways) Kreskin. Now, I've hated Kreskin since I was 12 and he lied to me on TV and ripped my Mom and Dad off by selling us his worthless ESP "game." I mean, when you're talking Penn Hate, you're talking Kreskin, white light white hate. He threatened to sue me once for what I said above about him ripping my parents off and he tried to throw Teller and me out of the Debbie Reynolds Casino in Las Vegas. We went to see him and the maitre d' came over and said the show wouldn't start until we left. We said we wouldn't leave. We made it clear that we hadn't raised our voices and we weren't drunk (and never had been) and they better call LVPD. Teller and I intended to leave that place only like civil rights workers. We were going to leave in cuffs, or not at all. It was really heavy. He finally came on 20 minutes late and told the audience that he was sorry he was late, but his dear mother was sick in the hospital and he couldn't go on until he heard she was okay. He is scum. It's hard to keep my hate fresh, because he's loser, sad, talentless, lonely, scum, but I do what I can to keep my hate fresh and real.

But, last night Kreskin came to our show, and was treated a little differently, he was given a house seat next to a beautiful sexy woman (we needed a spy near him). He sat with as little reaction as he could without it being noticed that he wasn't reacting. That's how big we are; we made no attempt to throw the worm out. But, to show I'm not that big, I did throw a few extra digs against psychics into our show and that's hard to do because parts of our show are nothing but wall to wall digs against psychics, but I did what I could to do even more and to put even more hate behind the digs that were there.

He came in at the last minute and crawled out like the worm he is right at the end of the show. We had no contact. He's so pitiful that I should just get over it, but I swear I could watch him die and feel nothing.

It was a good gig. We have a few mosquito bites, but thanks to Nathan grabbing me and screaming at the end of Juggling, I didn't walk off the back of the stage and hit the parking lot. He saved me a lot of pain. They were fun shows.

Penn

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