Working for a living sucks. Dumb people suck. Working with dumb people sucks exponentially. That’s the kind of day I had at work.

On the comedy front, I’m performing in my hometown tonight, down along the “South Shore” hard by the South Shore Plaza shopping mall, where I actually grew up. Generally, that is a situation that blackens my mood one step above actual wrist slitting. If I’m lucky, as I drive down there, martians will invade the world and blow us all to smithereens.

The first time I performed near my ancestral home, I lost my nerve and told the audience something a long the lines, of “Oh Yeah, I forgot you’re all Catholics, that’s why I left,” in reference to their lack of response to my sparkling wit. Turns out, if you ever find yourself publicly speaking, audiences don’t respond positively to open contempt. Who knew?

I better get the fuck out of my office, and get the show on the road, if you dig the cliche I’m laying down…