Adventures in Comedy

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In America we have “equal rights” so the Government says although women still get paid a lower salary than males, they still try.

Ha!!!

Driving through the Bronx singing “Girl, you’ll be a comic, soon…” to myself while Nico looks on.

I can’t believe it, but it’s true. Knock Down Stand Up Productions, namely one TJ Curran (@TJCurran401 on the Twitters) is letting me host for the brilliantly hilarious Neal Brennan.

I’m sure some of you are wondering, “Whose dick did she have to suck to get that gig?

Well, I’ll tell you.

The gasoline industry’s. Because more than half of my income currently goes to gas to get to open mics - so I can get better.

Good, better, best, never let it rest, until your good is better and your better is the best.

And then keep going…

No better way to end a good night of comedy and with comedy friends than a solo stop at your local gay bar for karaoke. Except maybe sex. But let’s be honest, that isn’t happening.

My tits are real but my front teeth are fake; and other contradictions.

Last night I put a braid in my updo, forgot about it, slept on it, and just started brushing my hair. This is how dreadlocks are born, people. Witness the miracle.

I always play R.E.M.’s Man On The Moon on the way home from comedy. Last night I did well. Tonight I had some weird anxiety, had mic issues, and lost my confidence. Nights like these keep me grounded. And I made a new friend. She’s awesome. Also there’s this song. It’s called Electric Relaxation. I’m not sure where it’s been all my life, but it’s here now. And that’s all that matters.