I felt bad for them, but it worked

I got a message several weeks back from my pal and fellow comedian Justin Golak about a new kind of show.  He was putting together the lineup for Independent’s Day in Columbus (it’s a gathering of locally owned businesses with music, comedy and booze – great event, clearly).  I thought the idea was good, so I signed on.  The show was me telling stories and then an improv group would play off my bullshit and reveal their own take on it.

I parked and walked past the collection of miscreants to the show.  You expect some level of weirdness, but I had to weave past five stoners wearing headphones and freestyle dancing in the street.  Time to grab a beer.

I went into my first story, the one in which I witnessed a lazy eyed maniac break a deer’s neck with his bare hands heading back from a bar in college.  It had two broken legs, so it was the right thing to do, I think…but the lack of reservation he had about the deed meant 1) he was insane or 2) he had done this before.  Neither option is good, in case you were wondering.  The take on it was amazing, as the improv team did a scene showing vet students preparing for the session on euthanasia.  One of the guys (with a lazy eye) was entirely too excited about it.  He then wound up on the scene of a car accident and put the barely injured man out of commission with a rear naked chokehold.  I was impressed at their off the cuff ability to go with my rather dark story.  Don’t worry, it got worse!  (Tune in later for the rest)