Live On Stage
I’m disintegrating on stage - it’s like a burlesque of my soul, right from the opener. “Hey - found a wallet with $300. If it’s yours, ask the manager. But he…
Old Standby
I hate coming up with new material. I write and write but nothing ever seems funny anymore, not even when I read out loud in front of a mirror, posing and…
Laughing Wounds The Ego
Dr. Dementia scowled, delivering another crippling blow to his array of action figures. Or so he thought. The action figure must have been made of some rigid…