In an attempt to lighten the mood a bit and not think about this grim world, let’s talk about laughter. It may be too soon for some after tragedy but, in my humble opinion, the world needs a big dose of comic relief. Well, at least mine does. Laughter is what keeps me sane. Really it is. Maybe that’s the one thing that keeps my mind from becoming totally unhinged. Laughter is, after all, the best medicine. I’m sure that’s what the Good Lord intended. Believe me, he’s got a good sense of humor. My whole life seems to consist of fodder.
I always thought I had a flair for humor. That’s also what my instructor who I was paying said. I’m not Sam Kinison or anything but I think comedy is for me, still do. So I decided to take standup classes in Los Angeles about 10 years back. I remember telling my parents I planned to dive headlong into comedy but they were unmoved. I’ve never seen my dad’s jaw clench like that before and history doesn’t record what my mom’s reaction was. They never really did support me in a lot of my endeavors, which is probably why I’m sitting here on the couch instead of showcasing my talents elsewhere. I could have hit the Big Time. I wasted too many years rotting away in Shreveport. I do regret listening to them in this particular situation. Let’s face it, I wasn’t cut out for the 9 to 5 world no matter how many times they tried to make me fit into it. Now I know how Joey Ramone felt.
A friend of mine says I am pretty quick-witted, which is true most of the time but I have days like today where I can’t think of anything to funny to say. Oh, the irony, having your wit well run dry on an article about comedy. On a day like today, coming up with something is like pulling teeth. I’m dancin’ as fast as I can here but it doesn’t seem to be fast enough. Oh well, we all hit a few bricks now and then, don’t we? Speaking of bricks, has anyone heard from the Boo Boo family lately? What a group of no-marks, a bunch of numpties as the British would say. I swear that little girl is Anna Nicole Smith all over again. You mark my words, it will all end in tears. Anyways back to my pitiful existence.
Due to my inability come up with anything fresh, I will mercilessly wrap this one up. I can’t be hilarious 24/7 ya know. During moments when I would be totally devoid of thought, A friend of mine used to tell me that that’s what you get from having “Peter” on the brain. Maybe she has a point there 
You DO have a quick-wit.
Nobody expects you to be ‘ON’ all of the time. If it is your wish to be a comedian then it is not too late to make your dream come true. Phyllis Diller was a late bloomer who did not start her stand-up career until she was 37 years old and did not officially retire until she was 89! The point is, it’s never too late. You Can Do It!! Btw, ya got Peter on the mind? I got ‘Mary’ on mine. 
Ohhh Paul……
I assure you Peter is the last thing on my mind these days.I think the Mary joke went over my head but I am pretty slow on the draw these days.
I guess somethings need to be heard…it’s hard to be funny in print.
I’ve learned this lesson the hard way.