ͳat’s all I could say. I could get nothing else out of my
mouth.
I got disqualimed. ͳis wasn’t a black comedy club, and
you can’t say that shit on TV. I was done. I failed. It was
bad.
First, I cried. I cried outside in the back of the civic
center, hard. ͳen I started talking to myself and was like,
You just bombed in front of all them people, all over TV.
People are gonna be able to see that all over the world.
ͳen I responded to myself, Yeah, people gonna see me,
though, all over the world. ͷen, my daddy gonna see me,
and then he gonna come visit me, and then life is gonna be
great.
I was trying to make myself feel better, and I did feel
better.
Even though I bombed, getting to the second round
helped my career. I did some stand-up on a couple of late
night TV shows, and then I ended up doing HBO’s Def
Comedy Jam, and then Def Comedy Jam started getting me
other shows.
ͳen I got a movie with Mike Epps, and that started
getting me to colleges. It’s kind of full circle, ’cause NYU
wanted to charge me $30,000 a semester to attend, and now,
I’m going to all these diĉerent colleges, and they’re paying
me $2000 to tell jokes for like forty-mve minutes. I felt like
the dopest person in the world. I was getting paid to go to
school. I wasn’t really learning anything, but still.
Once I got divorced, it was like the noodgates opened.
ann
(Ann)
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