All You Need Is Love, 3.

KLAV instructed our producer to insert a live disclaimer before Real Kid Radio's debut show, stating that 'the views expressed in the following program do not represent those of KLAV'. Jim, Jake, Anthony, Casey, Brian and I immediately broke out in laughter, and I think it eased everyone's tensions before the start of the broadcast. The show itself was a decent kick-off. Jim & Them took the helm and did a great job. My voice made it's first live appearance!

Real Kid Radio's first KLAV broadcast.

The broadcast took place during the First Hour of First Friday, so the audience had to of been tiny. There were still a few calls, we'll have to see if there is a difference in the amount of interaction when CB Radio does their show this Friday night.

I received my first bit of good news in a while this morning (well, as pertains to the probation front), and besides that it hasn't been a good week. Little, almost meaningless events seem to have crudded up upon one another to create the lowest morale in Kevin Scampoli's head's recent memory. Whether it be doing the taxes (remembrances of certain dependents that I cannot claim), the result of the taxes, New England blowing the Super Bowl, the weekly class, work, money, even the show.

My head grades on scale. If work isn't going well, then the show suffers. Conversely, a great run of shows or having an extra bit of money can effect any other aspect of my life.

I always feel silly complaining in a blog about anything. It's the old story that somebody always has it worse. Even in the old entries, I wouldn't call any of those writings complaints. Just a chronicling of the bullshit.

As pertains to work- the job I cannot legally lose, I am on my last chance. If my name comes up in anything- a tardy, absence, argument- I'm gone. They know this, and they know how important the job is to me, and they have changed my days-off without notifying me. Everything from the radio show to my probation class is based upon having my old days off. I guess I'll just have to be a little tireder, if that's possible.

Also on the work front is a woman I am highly interested in. The woman is a Goddess I tell you. I actually talked about her on the show waaaay back in the first month or so. She's the only woman I could actually trust at this point without having to put another five months into the conversation. On top of that, she is adamant about taking any possible relationship slow, which is very new for me, and it's a damn good idea.

She's known the Rosemary story since my sentencing.

The end of this legal hell, though still far away, is visible. I'm in the middle of the hardest part of it right now. By the time this chapter is over, the restitution will be 90% paid, and I'll have nothing left to do but obtain my G.E.D.

In closing: The Giant Show is unbelievable. It has been my Scrubs, my Flight Of The Conchords, my Hideout, my Ron & Fez, whatever the fuck.