Guess I'm legit depressed as I felt like doing NOTHING?
I always heard depression can't hit a moving target, so i took the initiative to write a small set and head to helium. I haven't did stand up in a while, and was eager to hit the "big stage."
There was a lot of new blood, plus some old faces and I was the last one to sign in.
I actually took the fucking trolley from Darby by the way, and some black broad was having a screaming phone conversation annoying the whole trolley. I don't miss that job at all, well, seing hot black chicks regularly was cool, but otherwise it's a horrible life.
Anyway, I got way nervous for no reason as I did not make the cut which sucks. I wrote some pretty funny shit, and objectively there were about fifteen performers that bombed.
I wanted to perform and asked about city open mics and karaoke's? I did Quizzo, and fucking sucked, but met some people who took me to a fucked up "secret club!" It was out of a movie. Chicks making out, taking clothes off, techno music, all kinds of shit? I really felt like Louie CK in his finale, as I can't "rave"with 20 year olds.
Just crazy, and physically lost about 60 bucks? Don't know if it was the broads that took me, or I dropped it out of my pocket, but hopefully I learned the tireless lesson not to go out on a fucking Tuesday alone for no reason because I'm bored.
This set up today where I was only awake for the end of America's Got Talent, Big Brother, and a little bit of The Phils. Not Happy.
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