I treat each stand-up performance like a 4Th grade book report, I always want to feel prepared and rehearsed. Well it would not help
me, because my delivery looked and sounded morphine laced. Chunks
would be left out of my introductory stories and only my punchline would be submitted. It was a grim let-down, like ordering won ton soup and it arriving table side sans won tons.
Explaining my struggling spirit to a woman friend, she said "Oh, I thought I was blacking out because I was so afraid for you". Cat
scan averted.
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