If you’ve read this blog for a while you might remember a lovely post when I went to all black room to perform comedy. You can read that >>here<<. Then you can read the aftermath >>here<<

Indeed.

Last night I was called in as a last minute replacement for Larry Bailey for this show called “Hey Mon!” I was like ‘Cool’ because I did the show like a year ago and various things led to me not being happy with my set (literally the entire front row got up in the middle of a joke. They were apart of the closing act)

So last night I go to the venue. I knew this was trouble because it was at a place I’ve always known(from a child) as ‘Restoration’ It’s in Bed-Stuy. Where I’m from, yet was never really liked.

I say all this to say that it may have been the worst set I’ve had this year. Or possibly last year. I did a joke about being hit by a car and some of the audience yelled out ‘Good!’ and got laughs. I did a joke about people saying I talk white people yelled out ‘You do!’

Upon hearing this I realized that I was in the wrong show. If anybody in a show is thinking to themselves ‘Man he talks white’ then I was misbooked. My entire act is built around the concept of destroying such stupid ideas.

But whether I was mis-booked or not, I died a screaming death. I don’t blame the black people. I blame the class of the black people. And I blame myself. As a comic I’m supposed to be accessible to everyone and yet this is still a demographic that seems to elude me.

Possibly because I say shit like ‘demographic’ and ‘elude’.

Indeed.

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