leather pants tore a hole on the knee.
I was trying to play it oĉ like it wasn’t bothering me, and
then, two minutes after I fell, I just kicked my shoes oĉ. I
just sat on the floor of the stage.
I just gave up. I just sat on the noor, and just talked from
the noor, just mnished my time from there. I think I had
twenty-five minutes left. It was horrible.
No one laughed. People were rolling their eyes. Looking
at me crazy. Nobody was laughing. It was not good.
Afterwards, my ex-husband came up to me:
Ex-Husband: “That set, you get a D on that set.”Tiffany: “I give you an F on being a husband. So suck
on that.”I did a bad show at Howard (a black college) with Tony
Rock as the headliner, and me as the featured act. It was
like, four thousand black students.
I knew immediately this was going to be a problem. I had
never seen this many black young people in one place, ever
in my life. In one room, I’ve never seen it. I don’t know why
that freaked me out, but it did.
I just tried to stick to my material, just do my material,
and it was not hitting. I was too nervous and too scared and
they were not feeling me at all. At mrst, it was real quiet,
’cause they tried to mgure it out. I don’t even remember the
mrst joke I hit ’em with, but it didn’t hit at all. ͳat was
horrible.