I found this old faded fax that I had tucked into one of my show biz scrapbooks.
Dear Suzy:
I'm hoping to work with you more in the future. It seems all the bookings usually need a happy guy or gal and they don't want any edgy comics. There is a gig June 30th at a Nudist Colony. It has to be a clean set. They tell me it's like every other gig. If you want to go, call me.
So I can't say the word 'penis' in front of a row of naked penises?
On top of that, I was co-headlining, meaning there were only two of us and each had to do 45 minutes. But I had to go last, in the headliner position. The first girl, who was as funny as a box of hair, could barely do 20 minutes and I had to cover her time so I did over an hour. And we got paid the same.
Standup is so fuckedup.
End of chat.
