I had rough run last week. Wednesday only 9 people showed up. Friday a table of 70 year olds wouldn’t even turn around to look at me. I love doing comedy for senior citizens. We have so much in common. Saturday was the revival. I went up, laid it out and did 32 minutes of jokes. The front row was dying laughing, but no one else was on board and I was getting frustrated.
I left the stage, annoyed. I listened to the headliner for a few, then hotboxed a cig. As I came back in, I realized the mike or back spearkers were off the whole time I was onstage because everything was loud and clear. I wasted 32 minutes of my time and the audience’s time. Deep sigh.
Most uplifting, somehow my resume made the promo at the restaurant, not my bio. This means anyone walking past could easily write down my home address, cell #, email address and check out my comedy references. That’s nice. Maybe I’ll get some home visits from psychos! Come on in, random person from random show! Want to stay in my guest room? Don’t rob me blind, tee hee!