Alright. Quick one tonight. Four open mics this week and it’s only Tuesday. Doubled my quota.
I’m posting this the same way as last night. Raw, straight through, no cleanup. Nobody said a damn thing about the last one, so I’m keeping it unfiltered. I’m in that creative mood tonight.
Funny Bone was first. This was only my second week in a row showing up there. Normally you have to show up five weeks straight before you earn stage time. I hadn’t earned my spot yet, but they still put me up. Last spot of the night.
They didn’t have to. They could have gone with someone else. But they didn’t. They chose me. That’s a compliment. That’s respect.
Now here’s the debate.
Am I inconsistent, so they throw me on at the end?
Or am I getting good enough that they’re testing me, seeing if I’ll keep showing up hungry?
Either way, the universe keeps feeding me good signs. I have to believe it’s the second one. People laugh when I talk. Not always, but enough to keep me chasing the mic.
I didn’t eat much today. Just breakfast. I’ve been cutting weight again. Staying in ketosis. Feeling good. Maybe this empty feeling isn’t just hunger.
Got on stage and felt connected. Did new stuff. Not even “new” material really, just different. A mix about how different races communicate, laced with some of the personal stuff that’s been lighting me up lately.
I had a big realization today. A real one. I’m not writing about it here, that’s for another place. But it shifted something deep.
Twenty minutes of silence just now while I ate grapes and thought about it.
Funny Bone went good. I felt good. The crowd stayed. Got to do some crowd work. Rare for me. That felt good.
This andouille sausage I’m eating smells strong. Tastes amazing with grapes though. Sweet and spicy. Weird combo that works.
After Funny Bone, I drove to Purple Quarters for the Puff Puff Pass open mic. Put my name on the list. Andreas Mendoza didn’t put me on. It’s his mic.
That’s the sparring I was talking about. The friendly back and forth. I think he did it on purpose. He says he didn’t. Either way, I love it. Comics spar in their own way. Mental combat. Word combat. It’s how we sharpen each other.
I told him if I ever sell the Big Beard Energy song outright, he gets ten percent. I think that made peace between us. Maybe we’re friends now. I don’t always know what friends look like, but this feels close.
It’s midnight. I’m eating andouille sausage and grapes. Calling it dinner.
Hold your head up. The world’s getting weird.
I love you.
