Last night I performed at Zanies in Chicago in the hopes of getting “passed” as a feature act.  I think the set went well and I am grateful to all my friends and friends of friends that showed up last night.

Before the show I was relaxed and ready to rock.  And then the manager of Zanies gave a pre-show pep talk to all of the comics.   It was actually a very thoughtful and helpful talk, although it raised the tension of the room to the point that the room full of comics appeared like the group of men sitting around in The Untouchables as Robert DeNiro delivered the baseball speech.

As the speech went on a New York comic that I know showed up a few minutes late.  And doing the verbal equivalent of bashing his head with a baseball bat the comic was denied the opportunity to go on stage (after flying in to Chi-town presumably).  Just when I thought this business was harsh – ouch.  If that had been me I would probably be in a Cook County jail awaiting arraignment on various property damage charges.  To the comic’s credit he was very composed and for one obvious reason.  A club won’t remember if you are nice, but they will definitely remember you if you lose your sh*t.

Well, I am glad I had a good set, but hope I don’t end up shot dead in an elevator.