I am a black, native American Jew from the suburbs of lower New York. Yes, I've heard of Lenny Kravitz, no I don't know him. We never saw each other at the meetings. I spent most of my late teens and early 20's studying to be a biomedical engineer, and performing singer/songrwriter/storyteller sets at night. Student events, open mics, bar shows, benefits-- if there was an audience, I was happy to perform. It was on these stages (and often dirty floors) that I developed the natural affect I possess on stage. I made every mistake in the book,and most of them more than once. My godson would say that I "shook my sillies out."
After my years of hard living and poor life choices, the matriarchs of the Jewish branch of my family rallied funds to enroll me on J-Date, the popular Jewish dating site, for my 30th birthday gift. They must have figured that I might stop bringing home frightening women if i could meet a sweet Jewish girl. I made a counter offer: spend that money on improv comedy classes for me. I reasoned that it's a win-win situation, since I get to do improv like I've always dreamed, and they get a chance to potentially pawn me off on some funny Jewish girl. This potential outcome of this universe was never realized, however, since my family accidentally enrolled me in stand-up classes at Caroline's Comedy School. After 5 painfully humbling weeks of baring my soul before strangers, I finally discovered a talent for doing stand-up.
So here I am, asking you to pay me to make you laugh.
Love and kisses,