2025, 5:00:00 AM
📍 Funny Bone Comedy Club – Westport, St. Louis I’m back again. Same table. Same pen. Same sign-up sheet. Third Tuesday in a row. They call names. Not mine. But something different happens tonight—two comics recognize me. We talk for a bit. Nothing deep, just nods and small laughs. Still, it’s something. In a room where I’ve been invisible, I start to feel seen. But that’s all the stage time I get—being seen. My set stays in my notebook again. Three weeks into this journey, and I’ve only touched the mic once—the very first time, when they give you that “first-timer” spot. After that, it’s been nothing but showing up and going home. I don’t know how this business works. I don’t know the game. All I know is I’ve been here every week, and the stage hasn’t called my name since.
