In college, I began a side gig as a stand-up comedian. It was an excuse to perform in front of my fellow students, since we all shared the same circle of cafeteria food, quirky professors, dorm life, and other things I could riff on.
When I moved to Washington, D.C., and performed under an alias, things proved to be much more difficult. The audiences didn’t share as many circles, so it wasn’t easy to make everyone laugh. Once I got through some impressions and tried for some “clean” comedy, I would always come back to being crude. It was simply a desperate attempt at making people laugh by grabbing the low-hanging fruit. I didn’t last long, because frankly I started hating the experience and my turn toward being foulmouthed.
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