As I was driving from Detroit to NYC I got an email for a comedy gig in Columbus, OH. I've been trying to work for this booker for several years, so this was a Godsend.
The gigs went swimmingly, even better actually. 7 shows in 5 days.
Not much excitement here, though I did learn the meaning of the word isolation. I spent the days alone and the nights in the club talking about hockey with a waiter. Saturday night a drunk chubby chick came up to me and told me 4 times she loves my hair, and how I'm "hotter" than her boyfriend, (who was in the showroom). On Sunday and obese woman kept telling her husband, "You got competition, son". If you dont count the chronic masturbation, this was the extent of the week's sexual activity.
I'm off to Winston-Salem, NC for a gig tomorrow. For some reason the name of this town makes me want to smoke. The night after that I'm in Meth-Lab, GA.
Not sure where I'll stay tonight. Probably a sleepy town in the sphincter of West Virginia.
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