I woke up this morning. In this fucking hotel room. I’ve got to wear dirty fucking socks to the gym. I think I’m going to stop at Walmart and buy a pair of socks. I didn’t get a pair of socks last night when I was packing up while there was a cop standing in my bedroom. It’s something that slipped my mind. I realized this morning that my first goal in stand-up comedy is to get as comfortable on stage as I am in my riding and on camera. I think if I can do that then this will a home run.
