The first time I ever did stand-up was at a talent show at Rudy's, a hipster dive bar in New Haven, CT, back in January. Despite lots of different acts and heavy competition (including a guy who played Tetris on a Gameboy), I missed the $100 prize by one vote, losing to a girl who sang an opera song in German. However, the dude who organized and ran the talent show thought I was so funny he gave me 20 bucks anyway, even though there wasn't a second place prize. He told me I should move to New York and do stand-up for a living.
So that's why I live in Philadelphia!
To give you an idea of my comedic style, imagine throwing Bobby McFerrin, Def Leppard (with or without the drummer's missing arm), and a Boy Scout campfire singalong into a giant blender. Don't turn the blender on; crash into it with your mom's 1988 baby-blue-and-woodgrain Plymouth Voyager minivan, at top speed (so probably like, 40 mph).
The horrific scene that results is my live act.
