Turns out, homegirl canceled everything. Why? Because
she caught him with another bitch the day before. He
neglected to mention that shit about his “homegirl.”
Marlow was having none of this. I don’t know who
Marlow called, but the next thing you know, an hour and a
half later, the promoter showed up at the airport, and he
paid cash for these tickets. And he gave us the rest of our
money in cash.
Promoter: “Marlow, please don’t have that man call my
phone no goddam more. I don’t want no problems,
and I ain’t never booking y’all for nothing again.
Please, just leave me alone and let me live my life.”Marlow: “Yeah, motherfucker, we don’t never want to
do your shit again, treating us like shit ’cause we
women. If we was men, you wouldn’t treat us like this,
motherfucker!”I never asked Marlow who she called. I just know that
Marlow’s from Compton, and she knows a lot of
motherfucking gangstas. She knows Suge, all them. I don’t
know who she called, but I will tell you, this promoter had
the fear of God in him.
All this shows, it’s really hard as a woman in comedy.
But I don’t want to make it out like all dudes is bad. Some
guys are amazing. Like Kevin Hart. He’s like, my comedy
guardian angel.
There was a time, early in my comedy career, when I was