Last Thursday I went to go feature in one of the few three night rooms this side of Washington state. Joker’s Comedy Club is always a great room and it is fairly close so you can get there in under 3 hours. For a road comic that is great. Things went south on Thursday when I was trying to get there and my tire blew. Now, I knew this tire was pretty messed up, but I did not know it was going to blow on me 45 minutes away from my gig. I tried getting the spare on and realized that my tire iron was missing (my car was stolen in March of this year). I called to get professional help only to be told that the spare needed different blots for the spare. So I get a lift from the roadside guy and get ready for my show. I am tired and now I have to worry about my car. I was broke. So the best I could hope for was CD sales helping me get the bolts I needed for the spare. What I didn’t take into account was that this was the weekend of the boat races in the Tri City area and so the turn out would be a toss up. I sold enough cds to get a happy meal.
The next day I get an angel by the name of David Albino. He not only bought a tire iron, but got me another tire! Didn’t even ask for anything. After the Friday show I drove to finally get some food when…my car cuts off in the drive through. It started and I parked it and scarfed down my meal. Saturday was spent trying to find something to do until the show because I was still broke. I went to the Columbia Center Mall and walked around feeling even more broke. When I tried to leave the car cut off again at an intersection and had to be towed back to the hotel. Once off the tow truck it started up, but I wasn’t taking chances. I walked over to the club, performed in front of a lukewarm crowd, and went back to the hotel wondering how much of my newly earned money was going to be going to fixing my car.
A road comic needs his car. If you don’t have a car, you are just a funny guy that hitchhikes. Because of how comedy works in the Northwest, if you want to get paid you have to be willing to drive a great distance to get to the funny. No car = No money. I invested a lot of my money into this car. It was supposed to be dependable and get me where I’m going. Once a car leaves me on the road a couple times, I no longer have faith in it. So I traded it in. Hopefully this car will get me where I need to be.