I was onstage. And my heart stopped pounding. I was simply there. Talking. Moving. Trying to be funny. No sense of self, time, technique. No sense of anything but the here and now, the lines and the people in front of me. And I waded through my bits. At home they had clocked in at three-to-five minutes. Here, they took twelve.
This is my first stand-up. If I throw-up it’s part of the act.
Back in 1980, I performed stand-up for the first time in Cincinnati at age 16. It was a pretty good show, until I got banned from the bar for life. Click here to read more.