I Don't Smell, I swear

Did one of my top five worst shows last night. It was at a bar deep in Brooklyn. The crowd consisted of a really cool couple who laughed and had a good time. And then there were three rich girls from Norway who took a wrong turn and somehow found themselves at this filthy bar.

So I sit down next to them on this couch and one of the girls tells the other I smell. Dude, I don't smell. I showered two hours before the show and I know I did a good job, sometimes I don't.

So my comeback was weak. "you say I smell, but you guys come from a country where they don't shower."

Girls weren't happy with that, but fuck them. I take my personal hygiene very serious. I use really good soap. Most girls and guys will vouge for that.

OK, I'm done talking about my odor. I'm doing this great room Sunday night in midtown. Its at Iriqouis Hotel @ 8pm. Address is 44th between 5th and 6th. zbut if you go there and you smellme, I'll get you in free.

So come all Sunday night.

MG

No, I don't want to join your cheesy improv group.

Tonight was a really good night. Brings me back to the early days of my comedy career. When I was excited about everything. Its god to feel that way. Even if the weather is real shitty. The dude who made my documentary was showing it to a bunch of the comics at the club and they all loved it. I can't wait until you all see it. But thats all I'll say.

Then on stage I just had so much fun. Fuck everything else. Thats what its all about. Being on stage, doing my thing and making people laugh. Whether its ten people or two-hundred. I'll stop at that.

I watched Bob Dylan interview on 60 minutes. He had some interesting things to say. People assume he has all this wisdom and he is as genuine as his lyrics. When the truth is, he is this moody, quiet guy who just wants to be left alone. But he plays music in his sixty's because its his calling and the thing that brings him inner-peace and makes him one with the world.

I'm not comparing myself to Bobby D. But I have found my calling too. And it doesn't matter what the environment is, if I'm doing my thing on stage, I feel I belong.

a filthy night

This was a crazy weekend. I met new friends, I lost old ones. Met some psychotic girl named after a cheese who thinks I'm psychotic. I ate good pizza and I had really bad pizza, and I did some good comedy and well Sunday night was quite bad.

So its Sunday night. I'm at a comedy club anicipating my set. The crowd seems to be very small. It's actualy seven 16 year-old kids who all came together. The mc didn't want to deal with them because comics hate teenagers. Its hard to relate to acne-ridden kids who just got theit liscense. So the club summons me to host.

I get on stage and these kids are really dumb. Their phones keep ringing and they keep making fun of each other. But I did my best. I sunk to their level for the good of the show and I'm sad to say they liked me. They hated everyone else though. And by the fifth comic, they walked out on the middle of his set and made a run for the door.

And the little fuckers escaped. No one in the club saw it coming. They skipped a 75 dollar bill. This was a night it wasnt fun to do comedy. I pretty much altered my act for these ungrateful shits. I did all my dirty stuff. And there was clean stuff I wanted to work on. May these little bastards get coal in their stocking for X-mas.