My dad and I LOVE to go to Red wings games. So I got some gigs near my hometown of Detroit, (J.J. Wlaker calls me the "last white comic out of Dee-troit".
Tues night I did a gig in a Masons lodge. I've always wanted to be a Mason because they are secretive and creepy. They help each other get ahead in life. Not so much in show biz though as thisindustry is controlled by the Chosen Ones.
The Masons at this gig were so old I thought I was performing for a Gettysburg reunion. They were very nice and even tried to recruit fellow comedian Tony Deyo and I. I'm still considering it...
My dad and I went to the Wings game after that and then I went to Port huron for gigs On friday the crowd kept sening HUGE shots of Jameson. I heard the next day I'd had 11. I can tell how drunk i was by how much clothing I wake up wearing. I woke up fully clothed and still wearing my boots. this is a bad sign. I'm always shcoked when I wake up after such a night. I wasn't even really all that hung over. If you dont count shittihng blood, I was virtually unaffected.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment