I did manage to get this April's show fully cast and with some really amazing talent....
Despite getting stabbed in the back so fucking hard I could butter a sandwich....
Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Let's you decide, yes?
There are three characters in this stabbery. The first...let's call him...Chris because I hate that name. Chris hosts a somewhat lame monthly show in Deep Left Boonieville. The first time I performed locally, it was at the show Chris hosts - no cover, by the way, and no pay for the talent. No biggie. Now...that's where I met Jack. Jack hosts a rather major comedy show about monthly in CenterTown and somewhat took me under his wing. He was even designing my flyers and was in my first show in January.
My January show was at a location in Deep Right Boonieville...totally new, unheard of and raw for comedy. The January show went well enough that even though our show was a midweek, the owner scheduled me for an April Saturday show. Wo. Big Deal!!
My February show included Chris and a pretty big name from a neighboring state...we will call him...Mike because I hate that damn name too. Mike is talented enough to make a living just being a comic. I mentioned this somewhat in my last post. He invited me to perform at his venue in March but many-a-shit happened, preventing me from honoring that commitment....haven't heard from him since.
I go about scrambling to put together my April 8 show....when I see there's another comedy show at MY location in Deep Right Boonieville. In APRIL.
But get this.....the show is hosted by Chris....with Mike headlining? Mike lives in another fucking state. He has no idea about a podunk club in a teeny village...but how would Chris know about this place when his normal spot is about 40 minutes away??? Oh, I know...my prick flyer guy, Jack. I confronted him and he did all that classic lying shit, "What? Why would you ask me that? That's a weird question to ask...what do you mean? You should talk to the venue. Wait, you talked to Chris?? What did he say?????"
I can't think why he would betray me like that unless he's pissed a woman is now promoting comedy, or he's threatened because he thinks I have a chance or ...I'm baffled. This spot is tiny and truly in the middle of nowhere. It's not even big enough to hold more than...40? 50 max?
I dunno. I just want a good show. But do I want to fight for this location or just let these twerps have it? That's another thing...when I mentioned to Jack just letting go of the venue, he got all worked up and said I'd had it first and I needed to fight for it...does he want a Jell-O fight or something? Bitch I don't do damn Jell-O fights but I will whip some damn ass, Jell-O or no. Better yet, I'll beat your ass with the damn box. Fuck you, I'm not a child and I don't play childish games. My comedy is some serious shit, yo.
Despite getting stabbed in the back so fucking hard I could butter a sandwich....
Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Let's you decide, yes?
There are three characters in this stabbery. The first...let's call him...Chris because I hate that name. Chris hosts a somewhat lame monthly show in Deep Left Boonieville. The first time I performed locally, it was at the show Chris hosts - no cover, by the way, and no pay for the talent. No biggie. Now...that's where I met Jack. Jack hosts a rather major comedy show about monthly in CenterTown and somewhat took me under his wing. He was even designing my flyers and was in my first show in January.
My January show was at a location in Deep Right Boonieville...totally new, unheard of and raw for comedy. The January show went well enough that even though our show was a midweek, the owner scheduled me for an April Saturday show. Wo. Big Deal!!
My February show included Chris and a pretty big name from a neighboring state...we will call him...Mike because I hate that damn name too. Mike is talented enough to make a living just being a comic. I mentioned this somewhat in my last post. He invited me to perform at his venue in March but many-a-shit happened, preventing me from honoring that commitment....haven't heard from him since.
I go about scrambling to put together my April 8 show....when I see there's another comedy show at MY location in Deep Right Boonieville. In APRIL.
But get this.....the show is hosted by Chris....with Mike headlining? Mike lives in another fucking state. He has no idea about a podunk club in a teeny village...but how would Chris know about this place when his normal spot is about 40 minutes away??? Oh, I know...my prick flyer guy, Jack. I confronted him and he did all that classic lying shit, "What? Why would you ask me that? That's a weird question to ask...what do you mean? You should talk to the venue. Wait, you talked to Chris?? What did he say?????"
I can't think why he would betray me like that unless he's pissed a woman is now promoting comedy, or he's threatened because he thinks I have a chance or ...I'm baffled. This spot is tiny and truly in the middle of nowhere. It's not even big enough to hold more than...40? 50 max?
I dunno. I just want a good show. But do I want to fight for this location or just let these twerps have it? That's another thing...when I mentioned to Jack just letting go of the venue, he got all worked up and said I'd had it first and I needed to fight for it...does he want a Jell-O fight or something? Bitch I don't do damn Jell-O fights but I will whip some damn ass, Jell-O or no. Better yet, I'll beat your ass with the damn box. Fuck you, I'm not a child and I don't play childish games. My comedy is some serious shit, yo.