2 years ago today, my father died...I have talked about how comedy was the only real thing I had as a connection to him.. so, in a touch of irony, I was scheduled to be on my first paid show that night.. I was supposed to host a show at Geeksboro. I wasn't sure I could do it... Alexander Stone messages me and tells me that hosting might be too much...and tells me he moved me to doing a set on the show.. I was so afraid I would get there and have nothing, or worse yet, to lose it in front of people I liked and respected (the other comics). Wendy helped me be strong and commit to the show.. and when I got there, Alex and Anthony Crawford and the other comics on the show made me feel like I could do it..and was worth being there.. My set sucked, but as I sat through the other sets, something amazing happened... I could breath.I was pulled out of myself.. I laughed and I saw the looks when the others noticed I was laughing.. It meant the world to me... two years later, it still means the world to me. my friends..no, my comedy family helped me so much....
and 13 days later, they did more than help me again.. they and wendy saved me.. dramatic sounding, no doubt..but true nonetheless... a lot of people knew bits of what I was feeling, but I don't think that anyone knows how hard I had been hit and how dark a place I was in.....
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