It seems like most Monday nights in recent weeks, I’ve been writing my posts on my phone while sitting at Denny’s right around midnight.
I don’t usually have anything in mind to write, but I just let my fingers start typing and they tell whatever story my subconscious has decided is appropriate.
Tomorrow, I get the chance to appear at the Orlando Improv again, as a part of a Pro-Am showcase. Each time I can get a real audience to listen to my material, I improve, and that possibility that maybe, just maybe, I can make this into a career – well, it becomes one step closer to reality.
I hear a lot about comics being unhappy people with dark pasts. The more time I spend with the Orlando comics, the less I see that. In my opinion, it really is like a giant family. There are no secrets, everyone busts everyone’s balls, and you have to gain respect – nobody is entitled to it.
I don’t know if I could do this if I thought it required a dark past and an even darker future. Sure, I’ve had some heartbreak and pain in my life, but it pales compared to the lives of many. My comedy comes primarily from a place of love for the art, not from a gaping hole in my soul that I can only patch with cynicism and sarcasm.
Eventually, I will leave this area. If I’m going to truly make this into my life, I will need to pursue it in a place like New York or LA, where the increased rewards are commensurate with the heightened risk and competition. And maybe, that environment is fueled by bitterness and darkness, but for now I’ll enjoy the benefits of the positive and supportive environment that the Orlando comedy scene has been thus far.
And if it all fails miserably, I can always take the Bar and practice law. Or work at McDonald’s. I’d make a kick-ass fry cook.