Oh.
There comes a time in everyone’s life where they chase a pathetic dream. I wrote a lot of jokes in journals and took classes at the iO because I thought I was cut out to make the masses roll over in laughter pains. And they did roll over in pains on occasion; physical, very serious pains that lead to bleeding from the mouth, sexual dysfunction, and headachenasueadiarrhea. (<— see what I mean?)
I still try to keep up with those journals of jokes, even though 99% of them are no longer relevant.
My point here is that I think I’m doing stand up for the first time tomorrow. I might stick my finger in the dictionary for a word, buy a newspaper in the morning, develop a character version of me in the next 24 hours and just fucking do it.
Putting this information in my pipe and smoking it.
