You know, the drink prices are absurd, there's hardly ever an actual crowd, and a lot of people leave once they are done - but - You can always get time there, it's early enough you can easily do another set somewhere else, and it's air-conditioned. it is what it is.
Oh great, another shitty open mic that will make me regret that I stopped doing heroine and keep replaying in my head what my High School counselor said when I told him I wanted to be in "the arts", he suggested the "industrial" (metal shop, specifically). Being a comedian is more depressing than being a porto-let at a chili cook off in Phoenix. Oh god, I want to kill myself after these open mics. I hate my parents, I hate having to do my art in shitty bars in front of other comedians. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I would rather be an African dung beetle than a fucking open mic comic. Shit, I'm going to this open mic to commit hari kari and vomit out all of my aggression on the rest of the pathetic losers there. And i have to buy a 9 dollar diet coke because I don't drink alcohol. Fuck this shit, I am going to a temp agency and gwetting a job handing out samples of Dove hand crean that I know half of the men who accept it will be using it to jack-off with. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
i went to the club at 5:30pm today. the door was closed. Other comics came, and we waited until 6:15ish. A bartender arrived and said the open mic was just cancelled. no apology, nothing.
the last time i did my set there, nobody was listening. the host was incredibly unfunny. he put his friends on first, not caring about the order on the sign-up sheet.
How the hell does this dump Eastville stay in business?
ReplyDeleteYou know, the drink prices are absurd, there's hardly ever an actual crowd, and a lot of people leave once they are done - but - You can always get time there, it's early enough you can easily do another set somewhere else, and it's air-conditioned. it is what it is.
ReplyDeleteOh great, another shitty open mic that will make me regret that I stopped doing heroine and keep replaying in my head what my High School counselor said when I told him I wanted to be in "the arts", he suggested the "industrial" (metal shop, specifically). Being a comedian is more depressing than being a porto-let at a chili cook off in Phoenix. Oh god, I want to kill myself after these open mics. I hate my parents, I hate having to do my art in shitty bars in front of other comedians. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I would rather be an African dung beetle than a fucking open mic comic. Shit, I'm going to this open mic to commit hari kari and vomit out all of my aggression on the rest of the pathetic losers there. And i have to buy a 9 dollar diet coke because I don't drink alcohol. Fuck this shit, I am going to a temp agency and gwetting a job handing out samples of Dove hand crean that I know half of the men who accept it will be using it to jack-off with. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
ReplyDeleteI don't normally advocate suicide, but I don't think it would be a bad idea "Anonymous".
ReplyDeleteIf you don't want people saying you took the easy way out... use a cheese-grater.
^hahahahaha
ReplyDeletei went to the club at 5:30pm today. the door was closed. Other comics came, and we waited until 6:15ish. A bartender arrived and said the open mic was just cancelled. no apology, nothing.
ReplyDeletethe last time i did my set there, nobody was listening. the host was incredibly unfunny. he put his friends on first, not caring about the order on the sign-up sheet.
this is one of the worst mics in the city.