That Time I Had to Do Stand-Up on a Cruise Ship After a Passenger Went Overboard
Halfway through my gig on an ocean liner, a guest mysteriously disappeared — and I had to keep everyone laughing.
Halfway through my gig on an ocean liner, a guest mysteriously disappeared — and I had to keep everyone laughing.
Sometimes my Polish-Jewish father and German-Catholic mother seemed like they really loved each other. But when the holidays came around, it was World War III.
In the early ’90s I hustled my way through New York’s cutthroat black stand-up scene — and learned the hard way that corny jokes were no laughing matter.
For the past 28 years I’ve built a stand-up routine based largely on my New York neuroses, and scheduled around my personal phobia of leaving the five boroughs. When I booked a weeklong gig on the other side of the planet I had no idea what to...
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