Standup Comedy is like life: It can be great and then sometimes, not so much.
At a recent show, as the emcee introduced me and I got on stage, the audience applauded except for the table of people immediately to my left. They just sat and stared, sans smiles. We’ll call this red flag number one. (Spoiler alert: You never need more than one flag. One is enough.)
This is a picture of the universe behind my eyelids: my optic nerve.
I was born with a weak eye muscle. That’s a nice way of saying I had a lazy eye. It’s a really nice way of saying I was born cross-eyed.
When I was two-years-old I had eye surgery. I was due for a subsequent procedure but it held the risk of me going blind. I’m guessing my parents weren’t ready for a Black Helen Keller.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.