Not Sure What I Expected
It all begins with an idea.
I’ve always wanted to be the funny guy. I think every man thinks he is funny, good at sports, and that they can drive really well but he never test himself — he simply thinks it. That how I was with stand up: I remember saying “I’m so funny I could do stand up” in the 7th grade, all throughout high school, I remember saying it in 2014 when I worked for rag & bone , and I remember being impressed by the stock guy — Guillermo, a charismatic Dominican — that had tried it and claimed to not be phased by it. Maybe his charisma made him a natural at holding court, but I was blown away by the people that did stand up. Dane Cook was a god to me, I would listen to his albums on repeat for hours thinking to myself: “how could anyone be this funny?”
What you hear VS. The Reality
Every successful comedy podcast has a comedian telling you how dreadful of a situation it is to pursue your dreams (Stand up Comedy in particular). They talk about traveling for an hour to do a show in front of no one and how it broke their heart, but they never say that it stopped them from doing it. One of my favorites — Tim Dillon — claims that all comics are psychos with an endless internal hole that can never be filled, so then why continue to do it? Stand up has to be doing something to that hole; I do not know what his answer would be but it (stand up) seems worth it to me.
About to dock.