
I went to a comedy club to see some wise guys. I wouldn't have gone, except it was for a birthday and I'm obliged to do what people want to do on their birthdays. Here's the thing: I have a fear that if I go to a comedy club, I will be singled out and picked on. You know how comics like to bust snaps on people? I don't want that to be me, so I just don't take the risk. Leon reassured me that the comics only bust on people who heckle them, and I'm not much of a heckler so I have nothing to worry about, right? But like I said, this was for a birthday, so I went. We were thankfully seated in the back. And the comics, they had no discretion! They picked on anyone! Non-hecklers and hecklers alike. I was lucky that they didn't pick on me, but I was sweating it the whole time. Plus, there were a bunch of unfunny racist jokes. I was so glad to get out of there.


