The second night of comedy at the Bitter End went significantly better. Free of the crippling fright that impeded my initial on stage experience, I was able to look at, and communicate with the audience infinitely better than the week prior.
While I may not be long for stand up comedy, I know that this time in my life will be remembered fondly as 'the days in which I grew some balls and finally did something I said I would do years ago.' This will also be the name of my steamy autobiography.
Oh, and for the 250+ new visitors today, thanks for coming and stay tuned for more whack-a-doo shit soon (later today, I promise).
2 comments:
These are great man.....
I don't know if you'll read this sense it's so far down the column now, but you're lookin like you are where you're suppose to be!
Mr. Big Time!
Loooookin Goooooooood!
The second picutre is the best, you look like the head of the Tonight Show Band.
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