This past Saturday I performed at the ‘World Famous Improv’.

I didn’t do badly. I didn’t kill, but I did do well. I impressed my mother and ex-girlfriend. A bunch of people came by, so that was cool. So here’s the thing.

What the hell does a good set get you?

I don’t have a fricken clue. I did it, got good responses from the crowd, did the booker from the show say something to me? NOOOOOOOOO. Did the guy who put the show together say something to me? NOOOOOO. I got absolutely no feed back. Son’s of a BITCH. So now i sit here. confused. Not knowing what the hell to expect. Im supposed to shop around the tape that i got, but the audience wasn’t so audible. So basically Im sitting there looking like I’m staring at the audience for no apparent reason. Thats always great. All this gig did was piss me off. nowi want to get the jokes tighter. make sure That I kill in ways that are undeniable.

Bastards.

Sorry did I ‘write’ that out loud?

On the other side of things f$ has decided that he has to get me laid. I hadn’t really seen this as a big problem but he obviously does. He now has a plan. An ACTUAL plan. A plan he won’t tell me about. So that should be amusing to see how that unfolds.

bleh.

I’m done.

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