Tiffany: “I was talking to my friend, my imaginary
bird.”Principal: “Oh, God, again with the imaginary friends?”After like the mfth time, my social worker couldn’t take it
anymore.
Social Worker: “Tiĉany, you got two choices this
summer coming up. You can go to the Laugh Factory
Comedy Camp, or you can go to psychiatric therapy.
Which one do you want to do, ’cause something is
wrong with you.”Tiffany: “Which one got drugs?”Social Worker: “Therapy.”I didn’t want no drugs, I had seen how those fuck people
up. So I went to the comedy camp.
Laugh Factory Comedy Camp was kinda perfect, except
how long it took to get there. I’d have to catch the bus up
there from 54th and Western, and I would ride all the way
up to the Laugh Factory camp. Riding that bus, you would
see the demographics of the people change, as you went
from South Central through Hollywood. I remember getting
on the bus feeling poor. But as we would get to Hollywood,
I would see a little bit higher class of people boarding the
bus. I felt like I was literally moving up in the world.