Another great gig.
The night was a total disaster. It started out like this: ...and went downhill from there. My business partner, Leslie Norris, the one in the middle, thought it would be a good idea to buy these sweaters in some shelter for blind people and then force us to wear them for the show.
Because we were PAINTED on a wall in one of the clubs, we were expected to blow the room away. After all, how many comics got immortalized in South Carolina along side Jeff Foxworthy, Chris Rock and Pauly Shore? Although why Pauly is considered funny is a mystery to a lot of comics. Okay, ALL COMICS EVERYWHERE, EVEN THE ONES IN OUTER SPACE.
But people stayed away from the clubs. And the few that showed up made my New Year's Eve gig at Lompoc Prison look like a back rub from George Clooney. All I remember is three gay guys in the front row. There is no decent, self-respecting gay man anywhere who would be caught dead at a comedy show unless every other venue in their town had caught fire.
This picture isn't too bad. Mainly because my 'Wall Face' is obliterated by the flash of the camera. But take a look at my 'Wall Face' in this one:
The alien in Alien didn't look this bad. Mickey Rourke after his first face lift didn't look this bad. Jocelyn Wildenstein didn't look this bad after her 167 plastic surgeries to make her look like a lion.