I did a show in a seedy dive near my house, which makes me rethink my condo purchase… The show started with a guy with a face tattoo heckling while (props to Jeff Burgstrom) Biscuit Jones smoked a cigar and occassionally played a trumpet. A white trash princess yelled the whole time and commented on jokes that were told at least two minutes previously, but I went up anyway. I got a Busch Light (which should tell you what type of bar it was) sent up to me and got paid. For anyone that thinks comedians do open mikes for a month then tour the nation, sorry. When I first started, a woman came up to me and said, “When are you performing in Dallas?” See you in a decade. Maybe. If things go well, in two years I’ll be in a room where I don’t get stabbed.