At the age of eighteen I was the perfect combo of naive, egotistical, ignorant and with just enough fearlessness that I thought I could move to which would greet me with open arms. It made perfect sense to me. I was the funniest in my Second City High School Improv class and I had just been a runner up in the Funniest Teen In Chicago competition put on by the local public radio station. It didn’t matter I bombed at the final showcase where I sped through my act like an auctioneer on meth while the only sounds to be heard were of chatter from the waitstaff as glasses clinked and the register banged open. Afterwards I told myself that the crowd wasn’t ready for my edgy Lenny Bruce-esque insights and F bombs while the other teen contestants talked about the dating and their driver’s license photos.
This is one of my faves. The story was well told. I appreciate your unflinching honesty.
Also, I'm beginng to sense a theme throughout all these... I wonder if it's just every young person's story has these elements - if you are truthful about it.
This is one of my faves. The story was well told. I appreciate your unflinching honesty.
Also, I'm beginng to sense a theme throughout all these... I wonder if it's just every young person's story has these elements - if you are truthful about it.
Thank you Nick G.
Nice one!