Sunday night, I was at the Orlando Improv doing an open mic night. It’s been routine now for me to spend 3-4 nights a week out at any place that offers a chance to test material and practice.
Last night, before we started, the emcee, a great comic named Carmen Vallone, decided to ask the audience, which was all comics, what each of them wanted from comedy.
The answers were varied: a tv show, to write, a career. When he asked me, my knee-jerk answer was smart-ass: “To fuck Sarah Silverman.”. But then I followed it up and said that a career in comedy is what I wanted.
It struck me later how true that is. The passion I have for making people laugh astronomically eclipses how I feel about my “day job”, even though it’s a company I built from the ground up over the last seven years.
I never had a life plan before. It was always purely on whim, something I played by ear. But now I realize that I do.
I’m ready to sell my business. I’m ready to clear myself of as much debt as I can, and commit myself to comedy as a career. I don’t want to be responsible for anyone’s paychecks and livelihoods. I want to be responsible for making people laugh.
I know it will take time, but I can see it on the horizon.
And I do totally want to fuck Sarah Silverman, but that’s a corollary to the life plan.