rubinville

I love stand-up comedy. For over seven years I have given everything that I have to getting better at it, while at the same time learning about myself and this crazy "industry." I put the word "industry" in quotes there, because I always hearing people talk about the industry, but I never actually come across people from it. For all I know they are talking about the steel industry or the fiber-optics industry. Anyway, the chance of being seen by "industry" and the words of several of you sent me to the "Last Comic Standing" open call today.

From what I read, it began at 10 a.m., so I showed at about 8:30. Immediately, I saw a huge line of people, actually wrapping around the block, but very few people I knew. About 40 people into the line, I saw a friend of mine so I walked over. She told me she'd been there since 10 p.m. the night before. We started talking and I hung with her for about and hour and a half.

Right around 10 o'clock, some people behind me began yelling about the "line cutters." At that point, and seeing as the line looked more like it was full of people waiting for a soup kitchen than anything worthwhile, I decided to leave. Yea, I guess I could've gone all the way to the back and spent the day standing out there freezing my ass off, but I still do have some self-respect.

You know, they always say, "You have to want it more than anything." Well, I do, except for more than my sense of happiness and my ability to look myself in the mirror.

So, I guess we're back here, writing, performing and hoping. It could be worse, I could still be standing on line, suffering from hypothermia and having to huddle up with comic-nobodies* for warmth.

Trust me, that's a lot worse...

*I'm sure they are all wonderful people, each on their own personal voyage, and I wish them all the best of luck. That being said, someone standing near me smelled like shit.