I'm skipping WiseAcres tonight. On an unrelated note, my sister Michele brought home the new Harry Potter book. I'm not supposed to tell anyone since she promised Tina, sister #2, that she would get it first. But Tina never reads my web page, so I'll be able to finish it in the next two days and she'll never know. Assuming I don't call Tina and read the first page to her over the phone. Which would be a very bad assumption to make.
My decision to skip WiseAcres actually has nothing to do with Harry Potter. Last night, my act--five minutes of me saying non-sequiturs in the voice of George Washington--bombed. It turns out, predominately black audiences don't like dead slave owners talking to them. Who'd had thunk?
It turns out white families don't like G.W. jokes either. I did my routine in front of my family. They had to open the windows to let out the stink. In the words of Michele: "This sucks! And we're your family."
So the G.W. stuff is permanently buried, I'm putting my experimental comedy phase on pause, and working on a normal routine. I have no regret about doing this. It's too frustrating going up again and again and getting no laughs.
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