Trying not to set off my smoke detector while I’m cooking. Fuck you. Been a crazy ass day. Wild one. It’s Thursday.
Work went well. There’s a contract I’ve been negotiating for a while. Big one. Lots of back and forth. It’s a lot of money, but I’m actually enjoying it. They’ve already agreed to what I need. Now I’m just seeing if I can get them to agree to more.
Cooking dinner while I write. I haven’t eaten all day. I ordered McDonald’s through the app earlier, waited thirty minutes, and then had to leave for an interview before the food even showed up. Never got it. Just left hungry.
Published Renee’s episode today. It came out really good. We made some solid content.
Comedy-wise, not the best day, but still a good one. Thursday nights are normally open mic nights for me. Usually I go to group, then Steve’s, maybe Platypus, then home. Sometimes I skip group and hit Helium.
Tonight I didn’t skip group. I went, then headed to Helium after.
I asked if I could get a walk-in spot since I missed signup, and they said no unless someone didn’t show. So I stuck around. Stayed for the whole show just for the chance.
Someone didn’t show. I got up.
Did my set. Started with “Fuck capitalism.” I love capitalism. It’s the best game on the planet. I just think we need new rules in this country. It was fun.
Then rolled into “I saw a white guy cutting grass the other day.” That one always hits.
Pulled some stuff off the top of my head tonight. Wrote on stage. Talked about maybe being done with dating apps because I think I found a new girlfriend. Said she made me convert, not like my first wife who made me convert to Catholicism. My new girlfriend said if we’re going to be together, I had to convert to polyism.
That line works. I think there’s a sharper punchline coming, but the idea’s funny and real.
And honestly, I think I love it. The idea of not being limited. The idea of one person forever doesn’t make sense to me anymore. People assume that means something sexual. It doesn’t. It’s energy. Primal. Universal. As above, so below, I suppose.
Good night at the club. Started with “Fuck capitalism,” did the “Ooh Papi,” and got off stage.
One of the veteran comics called me over. Said, “If you’re gonna yell, pull the mic away. It pops.”
He was right. I replayed my set in my head and realized something. None of the stages we use have monitors. We hear ourselves echo back from the room. How did I never notice that?
That advice is going to change the “Ooh Papi.” I’ve been doing it big and loud because I thought it had to be. But small can be funny too.
Next time, I’m bringing the mic close and whispering it. Show a little range.
The “Fuck capitalism” opener stays though. That one’s fun to yell.
Then I left the club and dealt with some heavy personal bullshit. A different part of my life. Hard, violent energy. It hurts.
I won’t do comedy again until Tuesday. I’m excited for the weekend.
I love you all.
PS. I forgot to take a picture anywhere today. Shame on me.
So here’s a shameless plug instead — a shot of my Khary figure. I want to be a big man like him someday. Maybe this tag plants the seed for a future collab.
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