No one wants to die

No comedian wants to die. No one. The worst possible prospect is to stand up there, mic-in-hand and watch as the thought you conceived as worthy of a cackle is met with a stony, ice-cold response. But it happens. And when it does, there are fewer things more excruciating. I can point to a few … Continue reading No one wants to die

Pieces of my shattered confidence

It was a night of struggle that will never be forgotten. Ladies and gentlemen, I can now loudly declare that I had my first true taste of dying here at Rhodes. I died so horribly at Champs last Thursday. Before we get into speculation about supernatural blog posting, let me just hint to the few … Continue reading Pieces of my shattered confidence