I watched The Comedians Of Comedy again last night. Zach Galifianakis is still my hero. There’s a moment in it where he talks about losing grip with reality that I totally relate to. I’m not suggesting for a second that I make a living at it or I come close to his absolute comic brilliance, but 2-4 times a week, sometimes more, I get up on a stage and make shit up. I play make believe. In this scene I’m a police chief. Now I’m a dragon-breathing dragon. This character is the non-descript European. Let’s not forget the retarded homosexual lover screenwriters. It’s mental. If I’m lucky, people find my make-em-ups funny. Sometimes they don’t. Which can be awesome too. The last time that happened was a few weeks ago. I walked out on stage with my team and before the show even got off its feet. Before I could even make a verbal impression on anyone. Someone in the back yells “THE GUY IN THE CARDIGAN NEEDS TO DIE!” Oh, that’s me. Wow. That is one heck of an opinion. And he didn’t say it a funny, I’m heckling the comedians cause I’m drunk way. Which would have been equally off-putting to my fragile ego (but at least funny). No, it was more along the lines of a I’ve made my decision, I’m angry, and I do believe your death is what I want by any means necessary. The show kind of went downhill for us from there. Quite possibly one of the worst 90minutes I’ve ever spent on stage. No dragon-bretahing dragon could save me. I want there to be a movie that has dragons in it that instead of breathing fire breathes dragons. But the dragons are half the size of the original dragon. I’d go see that movie.