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Decided that Rob Sharpiro, the comic, was going to solve all my problems. Had met him at DelFino’s open mic at Apocalypse Lounge – he had gone up and done like 1o minutes, very professional, no jokes really, just ranting about his gf – at least he had one. And professsionalism goes a long ways. Give me stage presence and a racing mind, and all you need is a good audience to be funny. So I thought, well, why don’t I open for him, now that I don’t have a comedy open mic to attend on Sunday?

So on Friday, I saw he had a show at Bowery Poetry Club. I went all excited, Jason was back at the ranch, editing, and wanted me to go with him and Pete and god knows who else to Bay Ridge for some baccanal (is that a word?). But comedy before alcohol and dreams of … Of course the show was cancelled. I was distraught. Floundering, I spotted Big Mike inside the door. He clued me in. I was going to talk to Rob and volunteer, but Mike said this was Rob’s twin, Rick, doing the show! Imagine, when Rick goes who the fuck are you? Plus, Mike went on, Rick and Rob are feuding. They don't speak to each other, being identical twins and all. Perhaps each is jealous in his own way.

Mike went off for a good 20 minutes. He’s funny. I read his book 81 Pounds. Violence, waste and beauty in the Bronx, circa 1971. So Mike’s telling me all the open mics to go to. Teabag – 30 Mott St on Friday. Collective Unconcious on Wed or something. The one Mon night at the Bowery Poetry Club. Look for me at Teabag!