Friday December 11th 2009, the first friday in over 20 years on the road that i don’t have a gig. And in the middle of December Christmas comedy season no less. I should have known this morning when I took a dump that looked liked my own shit giving me the finger, complete with the knuckles on each side for good measure.
I’ve spent six days on the road between gigs away from from my family and my ass was telling me that it’s just wrong and I shouldn’t be here.
I left a note book of new bits I’m working on at the Yuks club in Calgary and now it’s gone, probably in the hands of the next “Tony Krolo”. I hope he has better luck with my jokes than I do. I need to find a better way to make a living so I can be with my loved ones more. I wish I could be paid to be a kept Man. But I’m not a keeper.
I remember the last time I was this crushed on a Friday was probably 15 years ago and Bill Hicks was featuring at the Yuk Yuks in Toronto and I had one-nighters on the Thursday and Saturday of that week but I had the Friday off. So I thought, great, I’ll take the night for myself and come down to the club and just be a fan and watch the show from the audience. I stop in the green room to introduce myself to Bill as a fellow comic and fan coming down to watch his show. He looks at me and says “A Comic not working on a Friday night, I bet you’re really funny” and turned away from me. I was devastated and spent the show just huffing and puffing and feeling sorry for myself. And now he’s dead and I’m still not funny enough to be working every Friday night.
Who won that exchange I wonder?
