(This entry is from a column I wrote for the now-defunct Comic Bible magazine. Rest in peace, Comic Bible.)
When your favorite comedian is not at your local club, they are “on the road.” They are in the next town over trading laughs for cash. Then, like the faith healer at a traveling revival show, they pull up stakes and head down the interstate to repeat the process. This is, of course, if the comedian has enough smarts to route their shows and coordinate their schedule so their travels make sense both geographically and financially.
I am not such a comedian. Hello, I am Paul Ogata, professional idiot.
In a stunning example of my epic logistics fail, I once scheduled a Continue Reading…