Rock Bottom = Kim Campbell

That was an interesting night.

It's been ages since I did anything resembling stand up and that night only barely resembled stand up. The crowd isn't there for the comedy, they are drunk, and they are fighty. They alternate between benign indifference and the kind of woman who connects something you say to Kim Campbell and runs on stage demanding the microphone to remind everyone who the first and only female Prime Minister of Canada was.

The comedians, of course, made Kim Campbell a call back. ("Was it not Engles who wrote in the Communist Manifesto, 'You gots to get you some scratch'?" "I thought it was Kim Campbell.")

I didn't really have so much a set as a rapid series of thoughts on the concept of Rock Bottom and how things can always get worse. Then I told the story of being too underqualified to write porn. This provoked drunk people in the back to yell that I looked like a giant penis.

Needless to say, this turned into an extended discussion of the nature of what, exactly, I look like, and a rapid run through major bald icons from Yul Brenner to Mister Clean.

I had a blast.

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