I had a great set at Comix on Friday night.
I performed in front of a terrific audience that was really fun to joke with.
I lucked out really, they were Met fans and people who understand the trials and tribulations of being the non-born-again in the family of born-again Christians.
I do worry though cause my cousin saw my routine and now probably thinks my mom is psychotically religious and that I'm a crazy drug/sex addict.
It's not that I lie in my routines, it's more just hyperbole, comedic hyperbole.
I just hope I can make Mama Funke realize this when she hears my new set. It's not to be taken literally - kinda like the Bible.
Oh, I just can't help myself.