So, Batman was a big hit at the box office, and now Spider man is cleaning up, it's time I wrote a screenplay... an autobiographical one. That's right. You may know me as a fun loving, booze swilling comic, humor writer, and drummer, but, there's yet another dark side to me. When I set out to accomplish the simple tasks in life, I turn into a cartoon character. Not like Superman, Batman, or Spiderman, I turn into my own kind of hero… the absent-minded super hero.

That's right ladies and gentlemen. Buckle up for another exciting episode of the absent-minded super hero. Watch our hero Shane as he does his taxes this May. Watch as he flies to his accountant with a potato sack full of receipts and pay stubs with his trusty sidekick, a talking bottle named Corona.

The absent minded super hero sneers at little technicalities, like filing for extensions, or gassing up before a trip, he turns to his sidekick Corona to take care of those problems for him.

It's a hot, sweaty, Cinco di mayo. Our hero Shane is remarkably unperturbed that the IRS stands firm on their policies. He is our hero; he creates his own policies for the rest of the world to adhere to. He flies through the window with his potato sack, grabs his accountant by the feet, swings him at the potato sack like a piñata, and watches the receipts of eighty-nine chicken sandwiches from every dumpy town on the eastern seaboard fly out like candy.

The accountant, stunned at our hero's confidence, spends the next four days itemizing the bag of finance while our hero Shane eats all of his Ande's candies. Amped on the sugar, our hero bounces across the room aimlessly like a moth in a glass.

Fast forward to four days later. Our hero's now sweating accountant has finally itemized all of the chicken sandwiches, seven hundred beers that were consumed while “comedy was being discussed,” seven electric razors and twelve hairbrushes. "Part of the show," our hero mutters, with his foot on the desk and his mouth on his sidekick. “It's all an expense, old chap, so write 'em off!”

It's W-2 time. The flustered accountant calmly asks our hero to produce this vital information, and always a man of few choice words, he responds with a burp, followed by the only word he can excrete; “Huh?”

The accountant, fed up with the abuse, rises to duel. “You need to organize your life, Shane. I think it's time we sever our ties. I can no longer be your accountant.”

Always cool at the clutch, our hero pauses for a moment. Appearing to be lost in thought, he responds by farting, followed by a guffaw.

The accountant is no fool; he knows how to push buttons too. He sneers, grabs our hero's sidekick and throws him out the window. With the room smelling like mints and a broken bottle on the sidewalk, our hero Shane decides that the accountant may be right. He promises to mail the W-2's, which will take him three weeks to do, because of his trouble with minute details like buying stamps.

Absent minded Shaner flies out the wrong window and careens straight into a wall. Amused by his mishap, he decides to take the other left and head home. The studio audience is mortified at his lack of concern for his fallen sidekick, but he winks at them and says; “Folks, have no fear. I'm about to repair this situation. I'm flying to the convenience store right now to get another, and five backups, just to be on the safe side.”

Stay tuned for next months episode, same beer time, same beer channel.

For a chance to catch the absent-minded super hero live, check out his alter-ego www.shanekinney.com for current tour dates.