I had a show Saturday night with my buddy Troy Hammond. Troy is, I believe, the only blind comedian in the U.S. Strangely, any disability is actually an advantage for material writing in comedy. Turn lemons into lemonade!
We went up to the show outside of Youngstown and I realized having a blind navigator isn’t ideal when you are trying to find the place. We shot past it and as I turned, a hockey masked psycho was chasing cars up and down the street. I naturally did a double take and it was in fact a haunted house. Then again, we were near Youngstown so it may have been an average Saturday night.
I thought of great joke about how the government had been shutdown for five days and people were already resorting to violence. As I prepared to take the stage, the emcee said exactly what I had thought almost word for word. I realized at that moment great minds think alike or I am an unoriginal turd. Probably the latter. I threw out another line instead that bombed horribly and got off to bad start. It took me about three jokes to win them back. That’s what I get for leaving the script. Fire my cue card holder!