I wish I could say I hadn’t intended to go on stage tonight. I wish I could say that I’m such a good comedian that I just pulled one of my best sets so far directly out of my ass. That wouldn’t be true. I had my notes in my jacket. I knew that Rich, the guy hosting the show and kind of my comic mentor, would ask if I wanted to go on, even if it was late. I also knew that I might not have many more chances to do a Wednesday night show in Dorchester if I moved to New Hampshire.

Have I mentioned on this blog that I’m a comedian? Well, not a professional, strictly amateur. Of course, I’ve been unemployed for three weeks and all I’ve done is play Nintendo and do stand up comedy, I guess it’s kind of my job at the moment. A non-paying job. Just like my last one.